Doing the Devil's Work

Come inside this place of damnation Redemption will never rear its head here The violence these walls have seen The blood stains too deep to ever come clean There is no stronger magic than direct defiance of God In carnal wickedness, satisfying my own will My mind is bent on suffering and torture The voices in the walls screaming for me to kill Hell bent for bringing death I only live to mutilate the living Turning beauty into ugliness Making screaming mouths never scream again I am a man of my own will But it brings me such pleasure I am the Devil And I am here to do the Devil’s work There is no stronger magic than direct defiance of God In carnal wickedness, satisfying my own will My mind is bent on suffering and torture The voices in the walls screaming for me to kill