Lyrics:

How come?
How wrong?
From a demon to a good son
How long?
Is there a way that I can hide, from the women that carries hell?
From the last narcotic motel

Me? I wanna fly, turning up the Satan
Me? I wanna die, turning up the Satan

How wrong?
So what we‘ve done?
From a demon to a good son
How long?

See your life seems so arranged: convertible, second hand brain
Predictable casual saint

Me? I wanna fly turning up the Satan
Me? I wanna die turning up the Satan
You? You wanna hide and cover your sins
Me? I wanna die turning up the Satan
Turning up the Satan
I wanna lose control
Jesus was a clone
I wanna melt my soul
I should have seen him for coming
I heard him stalking, stunning, morning, new star falling
A right for my life