Devil Got My Woman

If I would be the Devil, I’d be that woman’s man, All thou being a Devil are the one that I can’t stand. And I can’t see anything but the pain in your eyes, But you’re a dull martyr, And the pain is your joy and pride. And the marks of your suffer you won’t put on disguise. Deep down in soul you’ve got Hell, But what kind a Hell is that without a Satan in there? Your daemons need a master to control it with a spell, This pain will less forever Till you stop holding this Hell. I’m always there for you baby, I’m giving your name for flowers and stars, But when you look at me I see nothing but pain, And a sorrow is filling your eyes. Don’t need any treasures from me – Knives and whips are what you want to see. But I’m not a Devil, And I’m not your man baby… You would run to the hangman ready to drop, Happy to reach him at last, With a tears on your eyes, Laughing out loud, and ripping a dress on your chest… I’m on my knees begging “Baby please” for you to stay, But it doesn’t matter what I say – You’ll walk away to seek for your Master… Desire to find him you check all the faces you meet on your way. Wishing to find a Devil inside you run fast to your grave, Can not be your salvation, And all I can do – is for you I will pray…