I will tell you how I fell in love

With the man who pissed off Jesus

The Son of Predition

Jesus can't forgive

Must have pissed him off pretty good

Because Jesus usaully don't hold a crudge like that

The Man who pissed off Jesus

Must have lost the number

Because the two haven't spoken in Ages

And even Jesus

Don't love him anymore

My good friend Death

We dine and laugh

About the awfulless of things

But if anyone has one to burn

He does

And so we sit in our gloom

Sitting smoking doom

Been mine since back in the day

And now he is here to stay

Nothing hurts me anymore

It is my season to be me

Losing all and having nothing

But everything there is

Is mine

And only Satan wins