I'm possessed by evil demons that torture me while I'm sleepin I keep dreamin of death and I'm hearin people screamin The devils spirit is trapped inside me and I want it out I'm on the couch bleedin to death in a haunted house With both of my wrists slit, I'm lifted up in the air And suspended in animation like someones holdin me there I feel somebodys cold hand wrappin around my neck while I choke on my own blood that I swallow and drown to death But I found a breath Somehow managed to slip the clutches I nearly blackened out from dizziness and head rushes Trippin over OD bodies of dead lushes Blood stains paint the plush carpet like red slushes Doors open and close by themselves Books fly off shelves Curtains catch fire the house melts My skin blisters, and sticks together like twin sisters The wind blows and shatters windows like 10 twisters Puts a piece of shrapnel in the adams apple Full cups of holy water and I'm lookin at em' half full but as soon as I go to touch em' they turn into red rum It got silent then all these voices said "Come follow me into the gates of hell" I heard em' yell "Welcome to the Norman Bates motel" I rang the bell for service, and I was greeted by his mother Covered in dry blood, head still dented from his shovel I said I need a room so I can try to get some rest She gave me the keys to the best suite and a bag of sess She told me thats just for starters Satan will be in to see me later to see if I'm interested in being partners