Speaking of tells between heaven and hell
I have a demon in my forehead
When damage is done I am the seventh son
Feeling like the living dead
I'm going out on a cold december night
Spreading out the evil seed
If you're doing it right black will turn to white
Metal might is all you need
I count the lashes the beast is torn
The devil in me will reap what's sown
Goin' straight down the white line
I walk the devil's path
I can see it clear now so close to the gates
I am one with dakness and hell awaits
Goin' straight down the white line
I walk the left hand path
Speaking of saints while we dry out the paint
A pentagram is on my back
Like a monkey to speak and you listen to priests?
Do you really think that god is fat?
I was left out the can well I'm the boogie man
Do you dare to do the beat?
I never listened to priest though it seems like a feast
Here we go and off the heat
I don't speak of the devil
Oh it's the devil that speaks to me
I have a demon in my forehead
When damage is done I am the seventh son
Feeling like the living dead
I'm going out on a cold december night
Spreading out the evil seed
If you're doing it right black will turn to white
Metal might is all you need
I count the lashes the beast is torn
The devil in me will reap what's sown
Goin' straight down the white line
I walk the devil's path
I can see it clear now so close to the gates
I am one with dakness and hell awaits
Goin' straight down the white line
I walk the left hand path
Speaking of saints while we dry out the paint
A pentagram is on my back
Like a monkey to speak and you listen to priests?
Do you really think that god is fat?
I was left out the can well I'm the boogie man
Do you dare to do the beat?
I never listened to priest though it seems like a feast
Here we go and off the heat
I don't speak of the devil
Oh it's the devil that speaks to me