A young girl turned sixteen
One day in bed she started to scream
There’s a swarm of flies on the windowpane
She’s stays in bed taking the lord’s name in vain
Isn’t she demonic, don’t you think?

It’s like puke thrown up in your face
Tie her to the bed with rope in a tight lace
She’s peeing on the rug while standing in place
The lights in the house, are dimmer

In her room screaming like a banshee
Her head lifts up and spins 360 degrees
An exorcist thought he could take the heat
And he crashed through the window and
down onto the street
And isn’t she demonic, don’t you think?

It’s like puke thrown up in your face
Tie her to the bed with rope in a tight lace
She’s peeing on the rug while standing in place
The lights in the house, are dimmer

Well, evil has a sadistic way of sneaking into you
When you think every day’s okay and your life is going right
And evil has a sadistic way of seeking you out when
You think something's gone wrong and everything burs up
In your house

Signs of doom are already beginning to bloom
She’s using her mind to throw things around the room
There’s like 10,000 candles placed and lit everywhere

She’s floating up to the ceiling
By levitating up into the air
And isn’t she demonic, don’t you think?
Just a bit too demonic, now you know, don’t think!

It’s like puke thrown up in your face
Tie her to the bed with rope in a tight lace
She’s peeing on the rug while standing in place
The lights in the house, are dimmer

Well, evil has a sadistic way of sneaking into you
And there is no way of you to casting it out
Casting it out.