It comes to me, it comes to you
A glorious deed, a dream come true
Get to he root of the devil
Unyielding source of pulsion
Breaking nerves center in my head
Can´t take to my heels, can´t sleep in bed
As a prisoner at the bar deadly pale
Back to front with truth judgement is jail

You walk back and forth

Pray jesus christ or lead a reckless life
With your back to the wall you get out of control
Sometimes jesus is in my head
While satan runs through my veins
Argueing the pros and cons in heavy circumstance
Your life in balance now you take up your stance
on the brick of the pit I´m in no way to blam
But afterall it looks the same

Something´s up to no good