I see you scratching your head, wondering what I am.
I’m a fricking rock-star, that’s what I am.
How’d I get like this?
Well might you ask.
I made a deal with the devil.
Sing me a song of sympathy
And I’ll make you immortal.
Huh! Look at me, slowly rotting, food for fungi.
My word to you: NEVER TRUST THE DEVIL