Lletres: Sum 41. All Killer No Filler. Pain For Pleasure.

The seas have parted the endings started
The sky has turned to black
A killing spree through eternity
The devil stabs you in the back

It's midnight now you must escape somehow
Torture is his leisure
Don't try to hide, he'll make you subside
As he exchanges pain for pleasure

Pain for pleasure
He's the hunter, you're the game
Pain for pleasure
Satan is his name

Look out