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When I was a little kid I let the devil buy my soul
He bought it for a pocketful of talent and a pot of gold
But now it ain`t so fun no more
The gold is spent my soul is torn
I feel like Robert Johnson wearing dreads
Hey devilman be cool with me
Release my soul oh can`t you see
I`m outta luck
I`m so fucked
I think I`m gonna lose it and you know you made me choose it I am
Devil devil
Man I`m driven by the devil
Don`t fuck with me devil
Devil devil
Man I`m driven by the devil
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
I hear his voice inside my head he`s fucking with me all the time
He`s tryin` to gain control of me he`s masturbating with my mind
But now I`ve come to realise
That I`ve become what I despise
But will he let me bargain for my soul
No
The devil has a grip on me
He`s mapping out my destiny
I`m outta luck
I am so fucked
I think I`m gonna lose it and the devil made me choose it I am
Devil devil
Man I`m driven by the devil
Devil devil
Man I`m driven by the devil
I never look in the mirror
So scared what I might see
I am afraid that my demons
Are gonna come for me
I cannot take this much longer
I`m gonna break real soon
And you`ll find me on your rooftop
Howling at the moon
