I died, jumped off a bridge
Fell into hell towards suicide
Being bitten and pricked by demons
Chewing on my flesh in the fire
Cutting myself into several pieces
The devil on my back saying the sins of my alternative life
I faced him, attacked him, threatened him
After all, he's tied with chains to the bottom of hell
To the bottom of everything and not really about me
I would punch him
I am on the side of the creator, not the father of lies
I was almost dragged by the demons the last time
But my father helped me
He's scared now. I scared him
I woke up, looked at the ceiling in my room
At my house, at my things
The demon is still talking to me
Why?
I closed my eyes again
Ah, of my sins you are now beginning to speak
Skirt!
Now the devil is gone
