People who can't find love will kill themself
Some may be scared, but some will be at ease
Two in one and one shall be by itself
Though they will never know the devils pleased
Raging pain and pleasurable screaming
Down here and up there, it's your creation
Choruses of music blocks death's calling
Evading death, they use radiation
Down in hell, the devil sits with his crown
He looks upon them, curiously fearful
God created them and God cast him down
Thou watches you, so you'll get an earful
Thou must persevere, which will raise thy spirit,
To love, thou must be brave and not fear it.