The devil made me do it
I can't control myself
There's no exorcism to it
He thinks I need some help
Therapy only went so far
I have no inner self
My emotional ability
is rarely upto par
I sought a bit of tranquility
but he shoves me toward a car
& laughs demonically while pulling back
He tells me every truth & tone
is just another attack
I wish I had a fucking clone
to pretend I have my life on track
but atleast i'm never really alone
He tells me things I need to hear
Controls my mind at best
I can say there's much to fear
He can be such an annoying pest
& when I try to sleep at night
I feel him against my chest
raping my sanity & sight
Possessing me
as I try to fight
He just won't let me be
I tried to drink him away
He's used to being drunk on me
& swears he has to stay
He keeps the straw at my nose
Feeds me pills I don't know
Seduces strangers & 'ho'es
forcing me to go with the flow
& they ask me when I cry
"How do you do what you do?"
I don't know why I lie
but I say "The devil made me do it."
Does he make you do it too?