The time of day is now,
When I feel that itch beneath my skin.
And every second hurts,
When I'm not filled with sin.

But continuously isn't in my vocabulary,
Just like the color of your soul.
But sometimes I get trapped,
In a world that'll never be whole.

I can't say I'd falter,
If you offered me your name.
But if I had to sell my soul,
The devil knows it would be for fame.

It's not the kind you think,
Where you'd see my face on every channel.
But God knows I wouldn't stop,
If I could put your head up on my mantle.

The fire would roar,
And I'd soon watch your face begin to melt.
But I would never be rid of,
Those feelings that I have felt.