I fell in love with an angel who kept the devil underneath their tongue.
Who would preach about how love is sacred but would lie to their mother.
And I'm on my knees but the pads of these shaky fingers that once got the privilege to grace your sinful flesh will never dare to pray again.
No one will listen for me to confess
about my deal with the devil who used my heart as collateral but never once gave it back.
Exercise me, my skin is burning
I beg and plead for the voices to stop
Bless me father, for I haven't stopped drinking.
Satan was an angel once and he couldn't be saved so why did I think you were different?