Glass in the Sandbox

I've got two imaginary figures
Whispering in my ear
I know my right from wrong
But things are so confusing here
The demon's engulfed in flames
Glowing red and orange
They say he's the darker force
But the angel bears the horns
They say Satan tells me not to shower
To do drugs and not go to work
And the angels tell me to support the prison system
Sometimes I think the halo hovers over the wrong head
And the wrong fingers are clenched to that pitchfork

So lay me down, lay me down in the dirt
And flash my life before my eyes
To show me what I'm worth
I'm not worth shit, but I can pretend
To make myself feel alright
While I plummet towards this weary end
It's just a ploy
And we're all cogs in their plan
Till we're all dead and gone
And buried underneath the sand
The fucking sandbox, is filled with broken glass
While the children of tomorrow
Play with remnants of our past

And I ain't got time for these contradictions
Can't get caught up or slow down
Hell, most times I can't hardly sleep at night
Maybe one day but I until then
I'll harness power from this pen
And hope me and my notebook are devoured
By the wind