STYLZ

Guy:

I don’t feel quite like myself Inside I’m fighting with somebody else Blacking out, waking up with no memory Blood on my hands in the middle of the street

Demon:

This guy’s a vessel of the highest degree No-brainer, got no brains and no self esteem The perfect host for my unholy needs With whom I’ll carry out the most devilish of deeds

Guy:

I’m possessed My mind is not my own Demon: I’ve got him on the phone You’re under my control Guy: I’m possessed Oh now what have I done?

Demon:

Oh, this is so much fun With you under my thumb You’re possessed! Guitar/Bass solos

Guy:

I’m possessed There’s voices in my head

Demon:

I’ve got him seeing red You’re under my control

Guy:

I’m possessed I ate the local priest...

Demon: