your flesh crawls and your back hauls
a thousand pounds of fear
your knuckles crack and you lose track
of all you hold so dear

my friend, you're under a certain spell
commanded by the devil.
with his fingertips just above hell
you can do nothing more than tremble

playing tricks on your disabled mind
you own nothing more than hate
and Lucifer has made a bind
between he and your fate

you've lost all sense of hope
nothing'll stop him now
from grabbing at your ankles
he'll finally drag you down