The Regulators by Defiler
my soul is the eye of the storm.
their battered faces tell stories of better places.
because the scars i bear...
will make you want to turn and run forever.
now see, hell is real. i know because i tore it down.
we had made a deal, but he didn't hold his end of the
bargain,
and there's a heaven too. i know because they threw me
out,
and i was burned by my demons on the way down.
at the seventh plane of torment, despair staring down the
throat
of destruction synthesized with never ending regret
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