In Bed With The Devil

Born from formless noise and the dust from your heart I slide between the sheets and hide from all that starts The consciousness, the waking dreams The feelings you can't shake That everyone is in on something that you cannot place The sound of distant laughter that ought make you smile The children of the devils that make life feel so vile Dripping blood from violent thoughts A door you cannot close When he returns We'll all burn In his Infernal fire that we chose Take my hand Walk into the fire Blood and sand Is all that's required Ablaze, unholy And knowing the end Is coming to find you Is coming again Again