I see no evil, but I speak it and I
Heard it.
When you're friendly with the devil,
Things can kind of get disturbing.
He told me earth is not the place I
Wanna be.
I should reside in the minds
Of those who practice perjury.
So...
I was feasting on them lies
And I was dying for them recipes.
Dining in the darkness
With them demons sitting next to me.
Feeding me my hatred.
Sipping goblets of promethazine.
Then suddenly, they're sinking their
Sharp teeth into the flesh of me.
...
Now I'm hoping and I'm praying
That someone comes to
Rescue me.
But I know that it's my fault.
I should've dabbled in some
Better things.
Now, I'm feeling so embarrassed.
And now, I'm a disaster.
After one small mistake, another
Tumbles right after.
And I'm a writer, so I know
I could've made a different chapter.
But I let the devil sway me
To this tragically ever after.