and i believe that the demons in hell
arent too pleased with the way things have gone in my life
and i believe that the stories they tell
cant begin to explain all the blood on my knife.
i wage a war with all the things they make me feel, and i got nothing but my faith to help me through
i have a weakness for the flesh and i will break when they come tearing through the walls of my resolve.
i got no reason to deny myself the pleasures of the world if i dont claim to be a slave
so slavery must be the only thing that keeps me from destroying all the precious things that i received
trickery caught me blind, i couldn't wait to find, something that i would enjoy
if there was time to waste, i wouldn't hesitate, i would be doing it all
i love to hate myself despite the things i've done that prove that i can be a decent person too.
i had to struggle to release myself from judgement that i shouldn't entertain because of you.
so life is lovely, all is good, but there is still a seed of discontent embedded in my soul.
i cannot help but feed it every day i walk this earth i know... something is wrong.
no longer doomed to die, no longer live a lie, i will survive all you got
no longer need i this, no longer hopelessness, no longer hold me in chains