Possessive Priscilla

A ghostly creature, I creep for compulsive reasons, haunting and possessing people. Suppose I was rejected from paradise, now I pass time as a resurrected parasite, invading minds, depraving the kind, making them go insane with knives. I find it rather funny to use people as crash-test dummies. I love to shatter all hope. as I enter shadows of souls I made a mother attack her beloved son, while the father cracked his own skull. Yeah, I can make victims do all sorts of things, their thoughts belong to me. I force them to believe eating corpses is Sweet As the rain falls, tormenting pain calls. I make lame folks growl like stray dogs, and dudes cut their faces off with chainsaws. Not in heaven nor hell, my soul dwells in a cold realm. Possessing people with a bold spell, the Soul Controller is no folktale. Now I don't just make people hurt themselves, I also make them commit murders as well. Once I take hold of their hearts, I tear lovers apart. I feed on emotional scars Detestable effects when they're infected. I had a family eat their legs for breakfast. Why? I just had to test it. Not in heaven nor hell, my soul dwells in a cold realm. Possessing people with a bold spell, the Soul Controller is no folktale. When the human eye and I are unified, I brutalise and make 'em commit suicide. Causing confusion in a cruel sense, making true friends feel mutual nuisance. Countless gory scenes foreseen, I'm staging death just to be obscene. Compelled a fool to get a gun and let off shots, left him to rot as he fell to death by cops. Causing distrust among folks, disrupting hosts, ain't nothing busting this ghost. Nobody can catch the body snatcher, another bloody chapter. bodies captured, it's hobby I master. No saving my soul, so I just prey on hosts and play along. Not in heaven nor hell, my soul dwells in a cold realm. Possessing people with a bold spell, the Soul Controller is no folktale.