Yeah Asmodeus got me
Running low on heart
Colours fading, Soul draining
Yeah Asmodeus got me good
The meds I’m on ain’t got me
The Xan ain’t got me
Yeah Asmodeus got me tho
When facing the void, all out of ammo

I hate I’m so reliant on it
I hate that it’s ‘need’ as well as ‘want’
But man I need that kinetic energy
I need the blinds down and the lights on
I need to see to believe what I’m feeling
I’m just so reliant on it
I live for a glimpse of the view
A shot so perfect, you’d swear someone was directing us
As my clothes falls down your chest with diamond precision
Oh Asmodeus got me good
I feel your outline
But nothings convinces me this is real
The idea of you being here feels factious
I hate that I’m reliant to your touch
Cos Asmodeus has got me on watch
He allows the dopamine to return to my brain
And until the next display for his grace
He’ll withhold it yet again

Oh yes Cos I remember the punishment
When my heart belonged to no one
And life hit you with the dry spell
He shows no mercy
An element most demonic crawls into my mind
The mood takes a cataclysmic impact
I’m talking terminal velocity to concrete shit
My grasp on reality falters
Hallucinations become commonplace
Interaction becomes torture
Life starts to stagnate
Death becomes a thrill
He could stop it anytime he wanted
Click his fingers or give the order
But he demands tribute
Not resources wasted on life who can’t provide it
Oh he got me good
Hands shaking, brow sweating
Oh he got me good
Heavy breathing, vision going
Oh he got me good
Nothing feels, everything hurts, oh he knows
The morning whisky shot
The kitchen knife calling for blood
Oh he knows, oh he knows
Asmodeus got me good
Vice grip on my soul, ain’t gonna let go
I hate I’m so reliant on it
I hate I’m so indebted to him
Yeah, Asmodeus got me good

Sebastian Noël