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666 and pentagrams on the wall

Dark kingdoms decay and forces fall

I need my booze and marijuana every single day

& all the girls I can bring in & kick out the next day

I look in the mirror & there's my phantom lord

Make me forget the kind of poser that I was before

Satanic bible is creative input

I wake up at night and see red eyes hovering above

Got Kentucky Fried Chicken bones tied round my neck

Playing a game called evil making love to death

A skull-faced succubus with the coldest touch

Fulfills my fantasies of the upside-down cross

A creature of the night lost in my head

Find a metal mama gonna leave her dead

Gotta keep running & who cares where

As long as it's fast as long as I dare

Try to think of it as a game

When you face the real reaper and say

You' didn't mean it when you took God's Name in vain

Playing with satan's fire and walking in the smoke

But satans' got you & he won't take a joke

Ignore the wrinkles forming fast on my face

Pedal to the metal & keep it hell paced

Sometimes I feel something chasing me don't know what

I'll be alright as long as the music don't stop

First it's cool til the cold comes creeping in

In waves of fear and paranoia

Don't know how to get out of what you got in

Played with satan's fire now get ready for the pit & smoke

You chose to play his game but he didn't t take the joke

You & your master

Dying ever after