Meeting with the Devil

I lay in the mud
As I take a razor to my skin
My arms are now covered in blood
So I count to ten then do it again
As I take my final breath
I look into the Devil's eyes
Now that I'm greeting death
I begin to cry
Now that I'm gone
I know I will never feel the strong of a pain
I've been drawn away
God I wish I was sane
But now that I have met Satan
I will always have a friend
From now on until the end

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