THE NINTH CIRCLE

You can try and lay my soul to rest
Go on, try and test, i am not like others
Nowhere near a match
Major numbers put down on me
Go on, try and stop me, try to fucking stomp me
There ain't something like the fucking pits
Sinners pouring down the cliff
Bitch what are you tryna pitch
Angel on my shoulder tryna talk to me
But the voices down the nine rings are already calling me
Can't hurt me, I'm a outcast
People try to love me, but i doubt fast
Mortal feelings rarely ever last
Hells fire keeps burning in my chest
Press on, try to run away
Precious look on your tiny face
Down there is no grace, just a lot of pain
A lot of fucking flames
And a lot of fucking hate
They'll find no sense
They'll just find pain