The Song of Songs
This is The Song of Desperation/
filled with rage and much frustration/
Moved by hate when love's adjacent/
dreamt of Freddy, Chuck, and Jason/
This is The Song of Shady Antics/
born a monster; the Devil's handpick/
Life of lies, it's never candid/
this is the curse that I am damned with/
This is The Song of Whips and Chains/
slave the young, slit their veins/
I hear them whisper "Vic's insane!"/
I'm mad they say, a bit deranged/
This is The Song of Sticks and Stones/
when sung aloud, will chip your bones/
No other genre grips the throne/
like the Song of Songs;it sits alone/
