Now I wake up
and I just feel.
I need very, very hard to kill.

My hands are going
To catch your neck.
Your life has to change from white to black.

Be careful, sweetheart
I wish your pain.
Whatever you do
All the work is in vain.

I turn on my chainsaw
It sounds pretty well
How long might the poor chainsaw wait...

... for taking your soul to the hell?