The Devil's Road

On humble nights I sit and think 
Of when my life was on the brink, 
With jagged rocks and twisted thorns 
My Guardian Angel grew its horns. 
The path I chose had taken a turn 
And would not end until the lesson was learnt 
Now every person that passes by 
Is accused of stealing, cheating and lies. 

Days and nights they come and go 
And my feet are dragging rather slow, 
This lonely road of hateful thought 
Only misery has it truly brought. 
I yearn to hear that Angel’s voice 
To steer me clear of immoral choice. 

The further I go the worse it gets 
Like the butterfly caught in the collector’s net, 
I see no end with my Angel dead 
So I decide to embrace the Devil instead. 
All my anger is pushed inside 
Deep into darkness to forever hide. 

Good or bad this road is mine 
And the being beside me is still divine, 
And so these eyes will shed no tears 
And never again be held back by fear. 
To all of you who say it's wrong 
You've never heard the Devil's song, 
An orchestra of power and burning rage, 
Now the road has ended and I take the stage.