Ape On The Rocket, Call The Vatican - DVL SON

I am the Devil Son I am the Devil Son I am the Devil Son I am the Devil Son I am the Devil Son I am the Devil Son I am the Devil Son I am the Devil Son I am the Devil Son — kiss the priest I am the Devil Son — spoil the feast I am the Devil Son — drink the rain I am the Devil Son — laugh at pain Wrong bus, fake name Spit laughs, no shame Grab balls, pour wine Say “Oops”, feels fine I am the Devil Son — steal the bell I am the Devil Son — fake the spell I am the Devil Son — blame the dust I am the Devil Son — break the trust I am the Devil Son — kiss the sign I am the Devil Son — stand in line I am the Devil Son — I drink yours I am the Devil Son — pull the doors Wrong bus, fake name Spit laughs, no shame Grab balls, pour wine Say “Oops”, feels fine Dance until the lights go out Laugh and scream, then twist and shout I’m the mess you can't outrun Smile and say: “ I’m The Devil’s son” Wrong bus Fake name Spit laughs No shame My slaves don’t speak They do my work My work is dirt I have long tongue I walk like mold I talk like news I bath in oil And sniff old shoes I screams for fame Then hide from light I slaps still from girls And call it “right” I eat the rules Then shit advice I think I’m real But glitch, not vice Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Cheap jokes, dead eyes Truth folds, still lies No gods, just me On stage, off key