They're so small and so damn cute,
Only I see and hear them,
Everyone else they're invisible and mute,
But I see them as a precious gem.
They raise themselves out of the pits of Hell,
spitting fire with songs like a bell,
they only want to be your friend,
in exchange for your soul you sell.
But you've never seen them so you can't tell,
so far I have fallen into the depths of Hell,
I'm bleeding out from the neck so well,
are their promises true? Short time will tell.