\"The Devil Within\"
A tormented lost soul, nobody knew of the evil within/
All alone out in the cold, they would never let him in
Hoping that he would fold, so not to publish their sins/
His soul had been sold, so I guess the devil would win
Scratching at his skin, as if to make the hurt disappear/
Only to hurt himself further, and for the fear to reappear
In the mirror he see\'s Satan, but society just see\'s him as lost/
He knew their lives would be forsaken, like Jesus on the cross
Life had taken him to a crossroads, four choices to choose/
But he couldn\'t ignore the voices, who controlled what he do
The little angel on his shoulder, was being raped by a force/
Appearing with the head of an owl, and the corpse of a horse
All the while warping his thoughts, making him think the deepest/
To commit crimes of all sorts, against the fools & the weakest
So he called out to god, hoping that the lord would defeat this/
Only for him to tool himself up, and chop these fools into pieces.
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