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Henry the BunnyMan

Change My Brain With Cakes
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Oh, Henry You're a man late in his 20s Stuck with dreams of internet celebrity Always wishing to appeal to Pisces While looking at others With unrestrained envy You had devised a plan To become known instantly But when failing Cursing the fact you weren't born pretty So you took a job Starting at minimum wage Hoping that one day You'll get to own the stage Still there was no way You'd ever work for shit Superior beings Should be fed if they asked for it Wasn't this thought shared And supplied by the whole damn nation? So to satiate your greed You'd even risk damnation Then "it" came from the sky like a savior A creature offering a shortcut Through unnecessary endeavors For the price of your soul And agreeing to a contract It promised beauty and fame You would inevitably attract And so you signed Oblivious to the blood You'd drench your hands in Stupidly misinformed Blinded by potential gain You never thought you'd Need to first fulfill your part of the bargain Cause you never read the fine prints Quara-Ara You fucking whore Isn't this chain around my arm Going overboard Now that I signed and You went back to the clouds Where the fuck is my clout All you wanted was fame So you trusted the demon Tempted by the easy path You link your blood to a curse If his will turns to flame Your soul burns in a prison Chained to an axe You swing and you swing To quench Ma-Arane's thirst I cannot, I cannot fight the voice Nor the urges Take solace in the silence Before its resurgence I want blood Oh, shut up I want blood I want blood Leave me the fuck alone I want blood I'm going outside on a whim Looking for your next victim? You're the only fucking monster I am not a murderer We've gutted 3 people together How are you any better? Hey, isn't this my boss' daughter? She looks ready to be slaughtered! God, I'm just going to meet her My heavy hitters desecrate her Leaving red, warm splatters Why am I starting to like this What is wrong with me Don't think too hard Enjoy the thrill of the kill Quara-Ara You fucking whore Isn't this chain around my arm Going overboard Now that I signed and You went back to the clouds Where the fuck is my clout All you wanted was fame So you trusted the demon Tempted by the easy path You linked your blood to a curse While his will turns to flame Your soul burns in a prison Chained to an axe You swing and you swing To quench Ma-Arane's thirst Just one last kill, you'll be famous Just one last kill, we'll be famous