Empty bullet shells
A curse on my house
Fuck, hail Mary!
Burn the Devil out
Barbed wire
Salt and flesh
It looks like I've got
Nothing left
To lose my faith
Strange that I should
Stop believing in Him
When the Devil is at my doorstep
Empty bullet shells
Sabotage! He's coming now!
He killed them all
I hear his footsteps now
It's good they're dead
I couldn't bear for them
To see me become a beast
And fight the Devil off, for them
Let the Devil come
Let him come
The end of the line
Awaits us both
And I'll be damned
If he isn't too
And I will burn
And he'll burn too
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