If I eat a piece of the Devils pie,
Will it blacken my soul and make me die?
Choices, the right ones never made, I really try,
Moral compass feels out of order, don't know why
Feels like I've already eaten the pie and the plate
To say the least I already feel it's too late,
Soul already darker than chalk, fucking great,
destined for hell, Me with lucifer as my best mate.
What's your poison? No difference, you'll end up here with me,
No angels here, soul black and fucked, in hell you are to be,