Thank You, Satan.

Do you know the words that slur from your lips? It’s like Satan is attached to your hip, Gnawing at your fragile soul, Breaking away all the bonds you hold. They called you deranged, They say you're a new man, You just hide your flaws better than the next messed up man. So, I'll sew my lips shut with barbed wire And carve my plea in stone, I’ve signed the contract In return for your soul.