The Bad Dilemma

I prayed to a god who didn’t talk back
My faith finally marched the mountain , I lost track
Still praying to him who didn’t talk back

Chopped knees and tattered shirt torn from the back
The devil had his garment on with a rod and thy staff
So he’s out in the town tonight, he got his best show

The angel thought that the needle was my valor
The devil had poisoned my mind, I’m sinning away
It gets hard to feel saved underground

‘Cause I’m breaking down obeying his orders
He keeps following while my mind race faster
Offering my death less breathe knowing he was at the alter

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