Lost in pain and reclusion
skin crawls and shrinks
weird sounds pass by
soul and body have no links

you were close to an ending
almost there
now you are back
left to stare

the ecstacy of Satan
raged in your mind
you`re cutting your flesh
trying to find

darkness and misery
has got a grip
your spirit and soul
have need for a whip

the fever of Satan
is running wild
hunting your soul
like a hateful child

drugs and depression
have left you cold
shedding blood for Satan
will make you bold

you cut your flesh for Satan
into the bone
trying to make
a soul from stone