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 afterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
