Exercise my demons to make ‘em stronger, sayin’: “At least my fractures are handicraft, man-made"

They tried to sell my soul to the devil, but he didn't want it

Gloat some yellow, devil’s color

Yes, humanity’s fucked, but Earth will keep existing

I've cut my hair two times since you died 

 All these years later, the answers are lost, and women turn into dreams

I dreamed I was eaten by a whale, which I probably was.

Here you go, my enemy. He's all yours now.