• In the palm of my hand
    dances the devil himself
    to an evil land
    a prize on his shelf

    I will join the demons ring
    no pleasure no joy
    as they all sing
    don't act so coy

    Spikes in my back
    blood dripping slowly out
    I will make you crack
    make you want to shout

    Soon to be dead
    in a wooden rectangle box
    oh how much dread
    aren't i sly as a fox

    the razor follows it's path
    stinging pain comes
    this is my blood bath
    while all you hear is hums........................