Striving for a Piece of Lucifer

Striving for a piece of Lucifer Don't you know it can never be digested? I've noticed a (certain) lack of demons lately And it really worries me sick Let's see who stands when the smoke clears Keep kicking that litter our way We ain't about to throw the fight here We all shall die No sense of sublime estetics No clue about obscure origins So high on centerfold wisdom Some tombs will never be silent Let's see who stands when the smoke clears Keep kicking that litter our way We ain't about to throw the fight here We all shall die