When I think of satan The dark lord The dark prince Yes the devil himself I don't picture the traditional Soul seeking, corruption and wealth But more as a self made handy man Carrying an old tool box in hands Caring to the needs of all who seek Greatest desires or dreams too bleak Willing to pay a small toll For dreams to be reality A kiss and your soul A perfect life for now And then all of eternity Don't always believe all you've heard For no deceitful games or tricky words The devil clearly states The trade you are in for Lucky for him Humans are weak So obsessed with possessions The money and power streak That we gladly sell our most prized Light inside For a few years as a god on earth For eternity burning alive deep Under the dirt
As an addict I feel I sell a little part of my soul every time I fall under temptation know full well what the outcome will be if I get spun but still when I have that weak moment I only think about the short lived high and not about the much longer path of destruction it causes. Why can't I remember the **** as I do the bliss.