He lit a match and held it to my lips, lighting a pleasure in the form of a woman who was everything that I had ever dreamed of and more.
He said, " your lungs are a sugar coated basin of l*** and smoke, and a storm is coming like you've never seen it..."
"...and do you think that God can carry you?"
"Life is suffering, death is brief, so smother all your grief."
He tempts me...
"Faith is taxing, love exhausts, so put up stands across with all the pictures you'll ever need to never feel alone."
"...do you think that God can carry you?"
The devil himself says I won't get in,
there's no way in Hell I'm going to Heaven.
But I want to be the cattle that obeys the master's prod,
telling God of the devil, and the devil of God.
It vexes me completely, it seems so odd,
that I should fear the devil when the devil fears my God.
He said, " your lungs are a sugar coated basin of l*** and smoke, and a storm is coming like you've never seen it..."
"...and do you think that God can carry you?"
"Life is suffering, death is brief, so smother all your grief."
He tempts me...
"Faith is taxing, love exhausts, so put up stands across with all the pictures you'll ever need to never feel alone."
"...do you think that God can carry you?"
The devil himself says I won't get in,
there's no way in Hell I'm going to Heaven.
But I want to be the cattle that obeys the master's prod,
telling God of the devil, and the devil of God.
It vexes me completely, it seems so odd,
that I should fear the devil when the devil fears my God.