Iann Dior
Dark Angel
I made a deal with a dark little angel
Gave me fortune for my soul
Welcome to my twisted fantasy
This is what I call my home
I'm home, never-ending
Listen to my wicked tongue
The darkness surrounding
I could feel it take control
I know it's not smart, and now it's bad enough that
I'm a punk with a twisted brain
I'll die a rockstar like Marilyn Monroe
I'm feelin' bad for the damage when the deed is done
It's close, I taste it
I'm ready to take over
I get impatient
A sickness I can't control
From Letras Mania