Out of control and selling my soul for a box full of lucifer lights,
lightning in my eyes and fire in my veins
this train's heading right off the rails and the
night's looking good for the 'wire in my blood'
where the imps of the devil play
tic tac toe,
noughts with no crosses and nowhere to go.
I fight tooth and nail, but I fail anyway because
failure is what I know best.

Destiny tells me that hell's waiting for me and nothing can change what fate's got in mind for me and fate tells me this, that I can **** up the walls or say prayers in the halls of the righteous,
I can kiss my **** goodbye as I try to imagine the next link in the section of  a final perfection and whatever's decoded, decided, offloaded, I am still out of control, still holding my soul up for sale,
it's a head's or a tail, but either way fail and the winner takes all,
think I'll just **** up the wall
it's easier that way.