I hate myself and my way of life This time it makes me bleed from inside Cos I was too weak to stand by your side and now it's too late for me to say
Wash off those scabs dear Or fingernail-pick them clean Pray to all your long-lost demons and justify your means Devil has a new shape Devil has a new
There he was that little man, sitting by the altar... black devil Carved in stone so dark and could... black devil Help me, help me, cause I don't know
As I watched the rising sun A walking shadow on the run There's no hope and there's no anger, I'm defenseless I stand alone out in the cold Ten more miles
I can't believe you ever thought I even gave a shit for everyone except my friends and family Go and ask me bout the world, yeah I could give a fuck you
An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth - Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to-morrow?, O Canvas! for thee I hold
An artist is what is call'd the self the brush holdeth - Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of tomorrow? O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool
You have forsaken All the love you've taken Sleepin' on a razor There's nowhere left to fall Your body's aching Every bone is breakin' Nothin' seems to
Out on the corner with cast iron blood 10,000 more with hearts on their own the say i might die i maybe cold I may have no jesus I may have no soul
One fine day in Hell The master told a story Someone lied so well He sent him back to Glory There are whispers between the screams That this deed can
Silence is mocking, the dawn of a new day Devil and Daughter, are both on their way The Evil of her nature, collects in her eyes With him there's no fear
Fly so high Never, ain't never gonna die Hellbent, blitzkrieged Take what you want at will Hellbend, blitzkrieged Can't live unless you kill When
Down on the muddy banks of the bayou, At Magdalene's moonlit cabaret, Captain reels in all his glory, Sippin' whiskey and tellin' stories Let's hear
I'll be goin out tonight I don't care what I do I'll wake up in the mornin And I'm beaten black and blue I'ma feel tomorrow like a worn down pair of shoes
Your mind is Bold Your soul is Rough You can't get enough But the Devil is Tough ! Here she comes the little whore Pushin dope around your door Come
There he was that little man, sitting by the altar...