Summon Satan

You had tried to summon Satan
 but screwed up the incantation
 & left an open portal
 on your parents' kitchen wall
 & the demons you released that day
 have stayed with you you along your way
 Screaming in your ear
 Kill them all
 You can worry about the future
 You can worry about the past
 You can worry about how long
 this curse is going to last
 You were walking through the park one night
 angry looking for a fight
 when you heard a busker
 playing accordion
 You stuck him twice & down he fell
 Sealed your passage straight to hell
 & you knew at once
 that you would kill again
 You can worry about the future
 You can worry about the past
 You can worry about how long
 this loneliness will last
 You can worry about the future
 You can worry about the past
 You can worry about how long
 this curse is going to last