Angels and Demons can't cross over onto our plane
So, instead we get what I call half-breeds
The influence peddlers
They can only whisper in our ears
But a single word can give you courage
Or turn your favorite pleasure into your worst nightmare
Those with the demon's touch, goes straight to hell
Ripped apart over and over
Screaming, brutal agony for all eternity
What kind of sick game are you playing?
So, instead we get what I call half-breeds
The influence peddlers
They can only whisper in our ears
But a single word can give you courage
Or turn your favorite pleasure into your worst nightmare
Those with the demon's touch, goes straight to hell
Ripped apart over and over
Screaming, brutal agony for all eternity
What kind of sick game are you playing?