There are ways to percieveThose things you canât believeThere are way to decieveYour own self on unknown groundsYour own self is the precious oneItâs apart from the first sonHis ways yours to defineLike your entire life was just a crime, crimeItâs a Spirit from the pastI can sense it in hereItâs the ghost of my FatherAnd I approach without fearSuddenly I canât breatheAnd Jesus spoke again:Itâs been a while nowSince you heard my voice around hereBut Iâm still a confident manIâm sure you can hear meYour ways doesnât suit meI thought I taught you wellBut Iâll see you, Iâll see you in HellItâs a Spirit from the pastI can sense it in hereItâs the ghost of my FatherAnd I can approach without fearI aged years in those minutesThe Savior or the DevilI canât tell… I donât know âem that wellSo damn it all to Hell… yeah, damn it all to Hell…