With tears running down,
You say I’m Satan again.
Your arm’s broken now,
I see the bone through the skin.
I wonder how this could happen again.
Again.
I wouldn’t think I’d be Satan again,
but here I stand your entrails in my hands.
You’re screaming out for some sort of end.
Again
With a smile on my face
I found you’re Satan again.
My eyes gouged out,
I don’t know where you’ve been.
I reach out and wait for the pain.
Again.