Lucifer, Lucifer son of the morning, I'm gonna take you outta earth.
Lucifer, Lucifer son of the morning, I'm finna take you outta here.
Lucifer, Lucifer son of the morning, you're using your troops just to summon the rotting
of the youth. Now uncouth, drunk, stumbling, falling. Bemused by the rules of this cumbersome world that we're living in.
Truth as a concept is foreign. Abused by the few in the goverment office. Who refuse to peruse news while judgement is dawning.
This movement imbues youth with courage and promise and wisdom to chase...
Lucifer son of the morning, I'm gonna chase you outta here.