I don't need a sign
The good Lord foretold
Enemies of mine
Will be in my own household

I'm not on your level
Like a flower I wilt
Slave to the devil
Crippled by guilt

With fear they controlled
I was inclined to do good
I did what I was told
But they misunderstood

My mom was a breadwinner
So was my dad
Each evening at dinner
They spoke of the bad

Above they would lurk
And tasks they would hand
To force me to work
And against me to band

I was forced to rebel
Which may be a sin
Now I'm a slave to the devil
Without solid foundation