Beaten and battered and then ripped and then torn
Battling the darkness since the day we were born
Gritting our teeth and finding the way
Playing these games, these games that we play
So many wounds from so many fights
Waging this war day after night
Damn that damn devil, he's a damn mean ass foe
Hunting us down, each place that we go
No doubt, indeed, a huge, massive prick
Getting his jollies by making us sick
Poking us here and proding us there
Searching for weakness and a good place to tear
No worries though, for it is why he wants us so bad
We come from the Father, the devil's own Dad
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