Wyvern

Devils in Paris this version of me is consuming
I smell the scent with this blade in my chest and my heart is in ruins
Take me away where my pain has decayed all these MF's booing
There is no purpose so stop feeling worthless your time is the movement
Stop all hating an faking these people be brewing
Im just so sick that these hypocrites rich an they lying through music
Tell me whats right all these MF's bite an they toxic for music
What is it worth when your down in the dirt just for talking so foolish
Vibe with me