I´m in danger cannot run, being controlled by the other one

What can I do I´m in despair the pleasure high the pain is rare

The devil lurks to grow the spike, to boldly rise and meanly scream: strike!

What is it that is driving him, is it nature is it sin?

I cannot say it is a riddle

It makes the devil spit a little

I cannot wish him dead

lonesome nights are so cruel and sad

I know I was a bad bad guy but it`s no time to justify

So hit me if you think I`m wrong, but I feel right and that`s my song.

A little game that gives me fun to hurt you I don`t need a gun

What you think is what you get, no moral problem I ever had

I cannot say it is a riddle

It makes the devil spit a little

I cannot wish him dead

lonesome nights are so cruel and sad

Blind you call me blind.If I had the chance to make you see the meaning of my life kept in pictures

Mind, if you don`t mind.I live my life, I might be free, no decency that hinders me.

Find, yes I will find a private hell that makes me go the fields of lust before me so Go!

It makes the devil spit a little

I cannot wish him dead

lonesome nights are so cruel and sad

I cannot say it is a riddle

It makes the devil spit a little

I cannot wish him dead

lonesome nights are so cruel and sad

Strike!