I'm in Hell because I sold my Soul to the Devil last Halloween.
Now I'm in more torment than anybody has ever seen.
I sold my Soul to the Devil to save my son.
He accidentally shot himself with my gun.
He thought the gun was a toy and his life was slipping away fast.
Satan said that if I didn't give up my Soul that his life wouldn't last.
The Devil wasn't joking, what he said was a cold hard fact.
It took less then five seconds for me to sign his contract.
Now my skin is burning, the pain is unbearable but I also feel joy.
Yes, I'll burn for all eternity but at least I was able to save my boy.
Knowing that my son is alive and well makes my torment worthwhile.
It's strange because I'm in unbearable agony but I still have a smile.
