Burning like a moth in a flame
Another pawn, in a mind fuck game
Between A God, a masochist
And Satan, A Cheater and narcissist

Crippled and tainted, wheelchair bound
All because some God allowed
The twisted nature, of Satan's humour
A small mistake, a misdemeanour

Laid to rest in a cardboard box
Another name in their Filofax
Who gets my soul, who can tell
When God's the Devil, and Heaven sells