The devil's back in

Ready for a pretty little sin

He's inside of everything I do

And he likes bothering you

I heard you say I was sick

That I needed god

That maybe I was psychotic

That I was bad, that I was odd

And you still force me to enter in you stupid holiness

When all I do is love and live while you're in your loneliness

Well, I am sick but I am free

And from your poisonous mind you'll never flee

Impose me your rules; remind me of the demon I am

I'll just smile and nod, but really I don't give a damn

Call me a whore

Tell me I'll go to hell, sore

Try again to heal me, because I am such a crime

Go to your god and pray for me one last time

Because the devil's back in

And is ready for a pretty little sin