haunting this place,.
and a house that wrecked
itself and me,
there is a tale of a devil woman
who danced up and down East 17th Street.
Kindle fresh flames of sulphur there
in Union Square, where
she ate the flesh of a heart
on a bench behind crackheads,
beyond where the buskers play
like a one-time movie.
heavily influenced by
and sampled from Immortal Technique,
now the Devil follows me every where that I go,
in fact I'm sure she's standing among one of you
reading this very chorus.