Devils Language


sin is the devils language

its the only one he has

his golden trophy

standing on his desk

when one soul dies

he wont give it back

one side of him is silver

the other is black

ill be the last one left

forever in his basement

always fighting him

trying to be strong

forever i am

this torchered soul

black is black

white is white

let me be strong lord

i won't kiss his ass

he whispers temptation in our minds

he can't control our every move

only the ones he needs

sin is the devils language

ill be the last one left

forever in his basement

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