Striving for a piece of Lucifer
 Don't you know it can never be digested
 I've noticed a (certain) lack of demons lately
 And it really worries me sick

 Let's see who stands when the smoke clears
 Keep kicking that litter our way
 We ain't about to throw the fight here
 We all shall die

 No sense of sublime esthetic's
 No clue about obscure origins
 So high on centerfold wisdom
 Some tombs will never be silent

 Let's see who stand when the smoke clears
 Keep kicking that litter our way
 We ain't about to throw the fight here
 We all shall die