Salvation of a Satanist

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!