Every day scrambling for something good in me,
But there’s evil in every cell,
It gets the best of me.
And every night I go to sleep,
I pray to Jesus on the crucifix,
Fall asleep with good intentions,
wake up as the best friend of Lucifer.
Dwelling in my cellar,
angels try to break through,
I know evil is the strongest force,
but maybe there’s something good, too.
Here he is, the fallen angel, knocking at my door again,
I try to fight but once more I let him win.
It’s ten minutes to three, I’m sharpening my knives,
Homicidal ideation, I might be taking lives tonight.
I walk these empty streets alone,
Looking for an easy prey,
Someone is about meet their death…
on Lord’s day.