god.
Lights on; curtains up.
I want liquid fame from a crystal cup. People watch the moves I make. I don’t wanna choose I wanna take. Viewers tied on silver strings. I stand above; I live the dream.
Diamonds on my feet, pearls in hand. Camera flashes on sapphire sand. I want my name to burn their eyes; I want my name to never die.
Ethereal. Perfect. Prima donna. Respect.
Blood, tears, cries, screams. All because they look at me.
A demonic god in this world of Hell.
I want to be unparalleled.













