Demon Dude, our little guy
Oh, your words, they make us cry
Filled with such passion, sorrow
Will you ever see tomorrow
Empty your heart upon our ears
Do not listen to your fears
They whisper small, slow distress
While yet your heart yearns to express
Your want for Resha's gentle love
An angel sent from up above
But Resha girl, she does not see
So still you live, in misery
