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Salvation of a Satanist

When will I actually be me?
I hide behind so many masks
Afraid that someone will see
And not like what they will find

I am disgusted with the reflection in my mirror
Knowing what I truly am
Pretending my profession
Just to gain what I can

It would take only a blade
To cut away the sadness
To bleed out the pain
To break free from the torment driving me insane

Where is my silver lining?
All my clouds are heavy with actions
Its blood that falls, the blood on my hands
Results of carnal satisfactions, all my twisted plans

It's he who holds me now and seemingly forever
They never let me forget
What I have done to gain the superficial
They say my fate is set

To who can I turn but God?
I wonder if he really knows
That I am sorry for what I have done
The roads that I chose

If he would only give me one minute
Maybe I would be able to explain
But would he hear truth
Or would it just be the same

Trapped in doubt
In silence I shout
Please bring me back!!!
Please take me out!!!

I beg in tears
And wait for a whisper
A message to calm my fears
Will it take minutes or will it take Years?

I can only pray in faith
That he will not forget me
That he will see I have changed
That I am not the same

That I have walked away from Playing Satan's Game!

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