Not Even Human

Dealing with Demons Vol. II

It's a Hard Truth

In Waves

Dusk Dismantled

“The Devil You Made” is a hymn for the broken — a confession turned rebellion. Metal, synth, and sax collide in a roar of vengeance and liberation. You built the cage, I became the flame. Now live with what you created.

You made the devil — now live with him.
(Back: “Live with him…”
You broke me once — I won’t forgive.
(Back: “Won’t forgive…”)

[Verse 1]
Raised on fear, dressed in shame,
Called it love, taught me blame.
Every rule cut like wire,
So I learned to breathe in fire.
Silver tongues, holy grin,
Painted halos over sin.
You said “heal” while you twist the knife—
I became your second life.

[Pre-Chorus]
You call it care when it’s control,
I felt the cage around my soul.

No more chains!

[Chorus]
You made the devil — now live with him.
(Back: “Live with him…”)
You broke me once — I won’t forgive.
(Back: “Won’t forgive…”)
I wear your scars like gasoline—
Watch me burn through everything.

[Verse 2]
Fed me lies, starved me truth,
Bent my spine, branded youth.
Called me “saved” while I sank,
Blessed the leash, pulled the plank.
I’m the mirror you designed,
All your darkness, re-aligned.
Say my ruin was my choice—
Hear your echo in my voice.

[Bridge]
You taught me how to crawl, how to beg, how to break.
Now watch me stand.
I TAKE IT BACK.
I WON’T KNEEL — I WON’T DIM.
EVERY WOUND — OVERFLOWS THE RIM.
LIGHT THE MATCH — SAY MY NAME.
I’M YOUR WORK — I’M NOT YOUR SHAME.

[Chorus]
You made the devil — now live with him.
(Back: “Live with him…”)
You broke me once — I won’t forgive.
(Back: “Won’t forgive…”)
I wear your scars like gasoline—
Watch me burn through everything.
BURN THROUGH EVERYTHING!

[Outro]
You built the fire.
He learned my name.
Now you can live with him.

The Devil You Made

This might be our most experimental record yet.
Maybe even the most dangerous one.

Psycho Killer isn’t here to comfort you — it’s here to crawl under your skin.
It’s a fever dream stitched together from dark pop, brutal death metal, grindcore, and the sweet, sick perfume of obsession.
Imagine if Billie Eilish, Nine Inch Nails, and Cannibal Corpse got trapped in a padded room together —
and decided to write love songs for their hallucinations.

This album is a trip through fractured minds —
self-reflection turned inside out,
lust twisted into paranoia,
madness dressed up like beauty.
Every track is a new personality,
a new voice whispering in the dark.

It’s sensual, psychotic, and brutally human.
A carnival of everything broken,
a love letter to the monsters we hide inside.

All of them share one truth:
They are Psycho Killers.
And maybe —
so are you.

Tombs

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