On my shoulder is Satan,
whispering things I should not hear,
leaving me empty in the darkness,
I wish to repent,
but I can't afford the offering,
when the collection plate comes around,
to buy my way into heaven,
so I am left alone,
with Beelzebub on my own....
shoulder....
he has made his home on my left,
manipulating my soul's long lasting death,
he has my religion convinced,
you can buy your way into...
GOD's house.....
tempting me to Crucify....
my faith...
my living days until I die,
Belial on my shoulder...
he sleeps....
sinking me deeper into desire
to wish I was never born,
like a thorn....
in my heart,
that pricks me until I bleed...
to death
Iblīs, the fallen jinn,
wickedly whispers....
in my ear, washing my soul...
with sin.
as he...
sits on my shoulder.
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