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