Fucked up and broken the devil has spoken,
a black hole of despair and nobody cares.
There’s drugs and there’s hate at
those red flaming gates
and the horned one calls
to those that will fall.
He offers them drink,
He takes from their soul…
a bit at a time,
feeds them back life
built upon crime.
And none of them see,
they think they are free,
as the devil moves their hanging strings
hanging down from his flaming wings.