Whoa, I'm Woeful Songtext

That motherfucker in your window coming to terrorize
Cold sweat on your flesh running down your spine
The days are black I'm steady running longer nowadays
I'm seeing creatures creepin up and down the staircase
I'm getting higher just thinking of Hell's singing choir
Devil for hire and I'm selling to the lowest buyer
The god of liars my demise submerging inside a fire
My urges just won't retire I'm burning but never dying, no

I'm the kind of motherfucker that don't go outside