“They can keep me out'Til I tear the walls'Til I save your heartAnd to take your soulFor what has been doneCannot be undoneIn the evil's heartIn the evil's soulSeven devils all around youSeven devils in your houseSee I was dead when I woke up this morningI'll be dead before the day is doneBefore the day is done”

“Holy water cannot help you nowA thousand armies couldn’t keep me outSee, I’ve come to burn your kingdom downI’ve come to smoke you outSeven devils all around youSeven devils in my houseSee, I was dead when I woke up this morning,And I’ll be dead before the day is doneAnd now all your love will be exorcisedAnd we will find your sayings to be paradoxAnd it’s an even sumIt’s a symphonyIt’s a battle cryThey can keep me alive‘Til I tear the walls‘Til I slave you heartAnd they take your soulAnd what have we done?”

“I have no fear of God, and yet fear keeps me awake at night,fear of the devil. And if I believe in the devil, I must believe in God. And if evil is abhorrent to me, I must be a saint.Henry, save me from beatification, from the horrors of static perfection. Precipitate me into the inferno.”

“I am of a different mind ten times in the course of a day. But I resist the devil, and often it is with a fart that I chase him away. When he tempts me with silly sins I say, 'Devil, yesterday I broke wind too. Have you written it down on your list?”

“So may it be for him, and me, and all of us!" I mused. "All that is evil, and dead, and hopeless, fading with the Night that is past! All that is good, and living, and hopeful, rising with the dawn of Day!”

“For the things I have done I know the devil saves a place for me in hell. So when I am to burn, what does one more sin matter?”