The seas have parted,
the endings started,
the sky has turned to black.
A killing spree through eternity,
the devil stabs you in the back,
It’s midnight now you must escape somehow,
torture is his leisure,
don’t try to hide he’ll make you subside,
as he exchanges pain for pleasure,

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Pain for pleasure, he’s the hunter you’re the game,
Pain for pleasure, Satan is his name!”

Well I’m up and I don’t know why,
But I guess that’s all that counts.
Looking ’round as I’m holding my head,
and I’m in somebody’s house.

The sun it hits me like a punch in the face
with a headache I can’t ignore.
Seems almost every weekend my bed is someone’s floor.

I can’t keep this up.
I have had enough.

Eating cold pizza on the side of the curb
to cover up my morning breath of gin.
Something doesn’t seem to sit with me right
it’ going out the way it went in.
I can’t keep this up.
I have had enough.

You can count me out, I’m on to you.
You can count me out, I’m tired of
Leaving my embarrassments behind