Wake up to the roar of the sirens
Down on the ground a poor corpse is lying
Here comes the ambulance all in a rush
Because just like  gravity all he needed was a push
Now he wakes up but not at the golden gates
No one's showing up; maybe God was late
But when he finally came it was Satan instead
"Sir it does appear that your *** is dead!
But don't worry your poor little mind *** youre not to blame
It was me who had you like a puppet. You were playing my game!
So now if you'd gladly give me your soul, I have for you a new purpose. Yes, a new role! Since you have such a fixation with Death how bout for a day I let you be him yourself! You won't be wearing any tarnished old robes. You'll look like your normal self as "normal" goes. You'll happily slay all who've betrayed you. All of the souls that have misguided and played you. When I'm all full and are satisfied with my feast, I'll let you off free. I'm not that much of a beast! I'm really quite a nice guy now go have some fun. I'll let you know when your job is done."
Out of hell the young man had risen
Scythe in hand it was time for some SINNIN'