P.I.T.T.

Gathering of Introverts

P.I.T.T.


Dream of the devil, wake in fright 
shan't have my soul without a good fight
I may go to hell to rot
probably be my own fault 
once I'm down there I won't complain
because I know that I am to blame
down here w/ me there'll definitely be others
begging, crying, pitiful mothers.

He will beg and entice me
make me king of all that I see
words he uses have no pulse 
promises he makes they are false 
let him burn in his fire 
I don't trust the fucking liar 
in his hell he can stay 
this is a game I don't wanna play.

The devil ain't nice he ain't good 
just a thieving, robbing hood 
all he wants is your soul 
that is his only goal 
someone save me from this plight 
don't think I'll survive this fight 
please don't ever let him win 
I won't never, never give in.

Satan's warm breath in my face 
nothing'll ever hide my disgrace 
here I burn and suffer in vain 
all this has no real gain 
to my life nothing he gave 
now I am his howling slave 
here I'll burn for ever and 
ever but submission? HELL NEVER.

Now it's time for me to take over 
demons are all running for cover 
burning hell is my domain 
become lord of all things profane 
master ruler of all I see 
Satan now worships me 
fear evoked by my name 
all that's left is eternal pain.

I've now chosen my vocation 
can be summoned by incantation 
everything I do has it's price 
feelings as cold as ice 
now your soul belongs 
to me for I am called Mephistopheles 
here I sit bored as hell 
time to conquer heaven as well.