Eyes feeling low
Mind feeling lifted

I don't know if I'm high or if I'm gifted
Selling souls but then I flipped it
Into bodies of the livid
Very lucid, to be descriptive
I went to graves and fulfilled the dead spirits
Prada, who said the Devil doesn't wear it

Demolished hope to walk over
With spiked out chokers
And demons spitting out fire and horrid odor  

The Lord was facing a lack of attendance
I'm not the Devil but I'm her *apprentice