Demons are the enemy to all of mankind, Not too hard to believe when you find, How demons require souls to survive, So of course, we're feared by all alive. Lulu, The Demon of Illusion, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Elegant, refined, beautiful, all things I have under my maintenance. Even if it's my nature to be pure evil and ruin the lives of all of man, I look for the evil in people, purify them, doing the good that I can. I don't care if I am a demoness, I believe in the good, even in justice, No one could guess it from my calm outside, polite despite all of this. If you are one of the ones I've picked to purify in my unholy cleansing, Be ready to be put on trial, tested and crushed... Now presenting. You see me, (You'll wish you don't) You need me, (You'll wish you won't) You fear me, (As you should) You feed me. (I knew you would) When your eyes see things, sights must be real, Seeing is believing, but what if that's not the deal, Hearing, feeling, smelling even as well that too, What is real? What is fake? My questions for you. Graceful acts, carried out in a regal, seemingly a cruel way, If you're evil, I don't believe you deserve any luxury any day. Stop being wicked and then you'll be free to do whatever, Not if you're already being judged, so you can't just whenever. Life isn't fair, if it was demons like me wouldn't even exist, Most are weaker, but they will take by force if you resist. Even Lesser Demons pose a threat to a regular man yeah, So run good people, don't stick around, bad ones? Nah. You see me, (You'll wish you don't) You need me, (You'll wish you won't) You fear me, (As you should) You feed me. (I knew you would) When your eyes see things, sights must be real, Seeing is believing, but what if that's not the deal, Hearing, feeling, smelling even as well that too, What is real? What is fake? My questions for you. You see an ethereal demoness beauty, small and petite... But my real form, only ones stronger than me will ever see... How uncouth to ask a lady her size and weight though, Hope you don't find out, persist, you'll be dealt with, brought low. You saw me, (Crushed to a pulp) You want me, (Twisted like a bulb) Too late, (Now I am here) Feed my hate. (Your existence, clear) When your eyes see things, sights must be real, Seeing is believing, but what if that's not the deal, Hearing, feeling, smelling even as well that too, What is real? What is fake? My questions for you. I don't expect answers from creatures so simple, I expect you to hear the call, answer my whistle, Jump when told to, you believe you see you should, Do I think you will? Yes, I'll even knock on wood. What is real? What if it is fake? What's the lesson, I should take? I don't care, you're just a flake. Evil like you, at the bottom of a lake.
