“Well, trouble's what they told me since the day I was born. Evil's what they stamped upon my hospital forms. I tried to choke my mom with my umbilical cord. The doctor was too busy amputating my horns. So the devil and the Lord both keep waging a war, Pulling me in opposite directionsI'm torn. A change of course, a deadly force, a terrible storm, Kicking down the devil's door to settle the score.”