Far horizon and a cross of St. John
Sights of the dashboard of the unchosen one
Rear view mirror
Dust, dunes and sand
The heat of sunbeams lashes like father's warm hands
His crooked hands
Hold his hands
His crooked hands
From the right as the sun laid to sleep
Came crashing down a Cadillac
In the night he could never see it
A blazing shadow of pitch black
Devil boy
Devil boy
Come out and play don't be so coy
Devil boy
Devil boy
I'd love to have you as my toy
As my toy
Falling down to his knees in sweat and tears he begs the somber man
The instinct of hatred is much stronger than any command
Feels so good
Feels so good
To maim and torture and still think you shoul
Feels so good
Feels so good
To be an angel in a devil's mood
Feels so good
Feels so good
To maim and torture and still think you shoul
Feels so good
Feels so good
To be an angel in a devil's mood
Feels so good
Falling down to his knees in sweat and tears he begs the somber man
The instinct of hatred is much stronger than any command
Feels so good
Feels so good
To maim and torture and still think you shoul
Feels so good
Feels so good
To be an angel in a devil's mood
Feels so good
Feels so good
To maim and torture and still think you shoul
Feels so good
Feels so good
To be an angel in a devil's mood
Feels so good
Four horizons and a cross of St. John
No legacy or hellish empire began
Goes to show
Goes to show
The antichrist is not one
Goes to show
Goes to show
He is inside all of us
He's as above so below
So below
As above so below
So below

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