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
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