Little Devils

No wonder where this ends up Signs are all becoming circumstantial No more games Foaming at the mouth Seeing little devils I should be so fucking lucky Up in arms Shooting from the hip You should see the look on your face Fucking newbie On your feet The planets are aligning The gates of heaven open But you’re not welcome Walk the plank I recommend that you change your career All of the time I’m worried for you All that you’ve done is forgotten You’re writing sonnets at the edge of the void