The Man that Held Hell in His Hands

This is a offering of life. Take it as you like it. I might spike it like the drink in your senior prom. Or I might like it just as it is just a sinful gift. Let me nit you a dream come true. Ill make it covered with roses the only catch to it is your soul must be to pay. But you're a bright boy I know you'll do the right thing an follow old Satan tonight. Sneaky and deceitful. They call me the prince of darkness. Wont you take the mark of the beat? We can have a bloody feast. Make your niece even come with you to and she can burn right with you. Cold but true. I love little hard headed kids like you, yes you'll do just fine.
Blind follow the blind into a ditch and the only glitch is they like it. Despise the fact its there life to pay but its ok there drunk so the world means nothing anymore. They adore idols that lead them to a life sentence of mischief. Take my hand and follow me tonight ill make you feel right. Your friends will love you when they find out how cool you are with that bottle in your hand. Demand the world in your own hands and watch it slip right through your bloody fingers.
I remember when you had a beautiful family and you cared about the life you leaded now you gave up and died in your own sleep even though your walking don't mean a thing little devil your not that clever. I never understood why they feel like a bigger guy with that blunt in there hand and a beer in the other. Your really so scared you have to hide your pain inside cause you wont face the facts that you cant face this world by your self you need someone else but your to content being alone so a cold heart will be your throne. When you think you're a man take a second to remember you wont go in front of a police station with that weed in your hand and shake the officers hand. Right there should show you you're no man you're a coward. Sneaky like the devil for that's your father and you'll be with him soon. How bought that dark room you lay in? no bed just the dead bodies all around you. Hind the broom you've been swept under the floor with. So how you feel now kid?
Don't you ever stop to think what all satins took in from you? But yet you still follow him with your burdens of sin dwelling deep in your heart but you were dead from the start an all that's left now is for you to fall even more apart. Your own family's gone. But your happy singing your sad song and you let many zombies sing along. No home to even call your own. Now you sit back but you can't relax and you start to think about how bad tomorrows going to be so the only thing on your head is being dead. Now you're right where Satan wants you. Stomped down by your own actions. And you wonder about your own creation and no love for your nation for you always think what have they done for you so why should you do anything for them. The beginning of the end is at hand an you'll be the right man to march in this sinful band. Sing loud for tomorrows not coming..