Devil is an Old Man from Radio

Creeping, weeping, dead and living…
Creeping, weeping, dead and living…

Voices. Voices, Voices, Voices,
In your head, in your flat…
Voices from the hissing nowhere,
In your head…
Devil. Devil. Devil. Devil
Speaks to us, speaks to us
Never, never, never, never
Has been so near, as right now…

Creeping, weeping, dead and living, in your head, days and nights
Voices from the hissing nowhere, once they touch, they stay inside
Weeping, creeping, dead and living, laying fear in the nests of the heads
Voices from the darkest nowhere, armed with scare, can’t forget…

Devil is just an old man from the radio.