(Wright/Pollock)



Son of man is dead

The devil rose his head

He spoke to me an everlasting tune

Screaming in my mind

He sang a poet's rhyme

All of you will pay me very soon

In a crowded house alone

I'm at home

Feeding the vibrations of the night

I can see it coming back

In your eyes

Killing all the sorry souls in sight

I know no one

Who lives off no one

I'll watch you burn now

As I learn how

Little evil in my mind

Says everything is fine

Makes me walk alone at night in fear

Loving wrath the sun will burn

Killing you when he returns

No one's getting out alive from here



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