[Verse 1]

I can't 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

[Chorus]

Begone! Demons begone

(The horror, the horror)

Begone! Demons begone

(The horror, the horror)

[Verse 2]

Laid waste, crater face, humming of the highway

Head becomes the hand becomes the knifе becomes the mind

Hazmat-psychic-suit sweeping through thе siding

I wanna be reborn, but how many times do I gotta die?

[Chorus]

Begone! Demons begone

(The horror, the horror)

Begone! Demons begone

(The horror, the horror)