• Me and My friends never get along,
    we always fight,
    with rage,
    with fear,
    from the fire depths,
    of the friendship among us.
    Blood always splatter,
    seems like a pudding platter,
    I will not become this mess,
    But it dousnt seem to matter.
    Bruises, cuts, wounds,
    We always go down with a boom,
    Every day it seems to resume.
    The devils power is among us,
    I will not become it, Friends shall not either.
    The devils power controls us all.