This is a song about "Black tar covered demons"

Without the sound of guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Worthless faggot put down that knife! stop filling your lungs up with smoke and tar

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

You feel it from your head to your toes

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

So i consent to a bargain with demons

So if i do call it's just a check

Covered the room in splattered red,

Kings covered in potassium it clings

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Exposing me to my demons

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips