God help me.
I've been running into the devil again.
He got my arms wrapped around his again.
And we've been skipping out of this world and into the fire again.
I need you to save me.
Like a concerned father
looking for his underaged daughter;
WIth a shot gun on deck,
shoot bullets through my my chest
and guide me.
Break me from the pleasures of this dunya.
Like a bliss, he takes me.
Soul out hand in guiding me like a human puppet.
I've become an object that moves
in his entertainment.
He whispers into my ear that he create me.
And those words are slowly sounding like a peaceful melody.
Soothing my helpless dreams
and giving me the pleasures I desire.
He plays me into his musical demise;
and the melody guides me into a path
of black and white keys
and I too play a diablo melody.
He pulls the believer out of me.
Sets it in front of me like a mirror.
I start to see my reflection,
and within that I start to see the devil within me.
He guided me into a sinner's world.
Got me on my hands and knees.
crawling through a world
that feeds on pain.
God help me.
He uses the sharp keys to stab me.
And watches the sins
gush out of me.
He uses the flat keys
to smooth out a rhythmic tongue.
Where every word
comes out as agony.
God guide me.
I've been running
into the devil's arms again.
I am lost baby.
I need to be found,
Because i'm lost
in the forest of sins again.
I've been holding hand hands with the devil again.
and we've been skipping out of this world
and into the hell fire again.
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