Sinphyre// Sinful Distaste

I've a curiosity, my boy,
On what you'd deem as a ''Sin''.
Is it the defiance of the law?
The defiance of a God?
Perhaps the unholy defiance
Of the -ology of science!

Scientology, dear child,
Is all that I live for.
But of course, what would you know?
You're nothing but a young scrapper.
You're a meagre little whiner,
Not some omnipotent diviner.

Vaurus, I disagree,
What kind of talk is this?
You treat me like a child,
Yet I've a mind older than your own.
You're a foolish old man--
You think I really give a damn?!



Vito, my child, my dear little boy,
Sweet son of my creation,
You think I really give a fuck
What houses your determination?
I could care less for you opinion,
It really matters little to me,
All I want is a taster
Power is grand, don't you agree?
Oh no, don't answer, Vito,
For I surely know your reply.
'Don't do it, Mr. Vaurus!
Don't kill them!' you will cry.
You know, I see right through your goddamn ruse,
I see through your disguise!
I see right through your fucking thoughts,
I see right through your lies.
I have to wonder, Mr. Vaurus,
Is this language befitting of you?
Not that I'd ever want to doubt
You are the paragon of being cruel.
You watch your tongue, you little prick,
I'll show you my true strength!
This is a show I would love to see
I would enjoy the full extent.


Little child, I hope that now
You understand your place.
For this is how the world does spin,
I know you see from my perspective.
All I see is monsters roaming
The streets, whining, groaning, moaning.

I see those demons from the planet
Whose name I not yet know
They cloud the vision of us mortals
They steal from us our vitality
And yet when all is said and done,
All they wish is to have fun.

Ah, you're beginning to understand now,
Vito, come, sit with me a while.
Perhaps you'll learn more in due time,
Maybe even grow to be of use.
You'd do well working under my protection;
Sit back and watch demonic resurrection.