The Late Great Satan

Smoke outside I can only think of, I can’t find no believer
I’m waiting time like I’ve never seen one
It’s past six and I have demons
I’ll wait outside at the door, I only think of, I can’t find no believer
The weight of life as you dig deeper in the cold mud of the demon
Smoking eyes of the southern demon, he looks down as I dream of
The weight of the world I can only see the sick rites of the evil
I’ll wait outside with the rope, I only think of, I can’t find no believer The
weight of life as you dig deeper in the cold mud of the demon
I can’t find nothing else
Than dying out here like a rat
I can’t find nothing else
Than lying out here like I’m dead
I hide in my head