Letra de Devil for the Fire

I can see the devil for the fire Sitting in the back all quiet and polite Room filled up with the smell of burning tires Demons begone, it's the season of the fly Begone Demons begone (the horror, the horror) Begone Demons begone (the horror, the horror going on) Laid waste crater face Humming up the highway Head becomes the hand becomes the knife becomes the mind Hazmat-psychic-suit sweeping through the siding I wanna be reborn, but how many times do I gotta die? Begone Demons begone (the horror, the horror) Begone Demons begone (the horror, the horror going on)