Dead with the Devil

I love when you writhe
You have such sorrow and pain
And how did you survive
Living your life with such failure and shame

Come and tell me
I'll be your confessional
I'll make you a deal
You seem like a professional

Let's engage in conversation
Go on and lend me your ears
Give in to that sweet temptation
Let me wipe away all those worries and fears

Come and tell me
I'll be your confessional
I'll make you a deal
You seem like a professional

You took your life, go on and take some more
I gave you an out, now walk through that door
Imbued with power, feel it in your veins
With your might, Hell will rise again
Reign smoke and fire, cause them pain
For you are death, it's yours to claim
And when you're done, when there's nothing left
You'll sit on your throne, and have your rest

I'm so done with their festering lives
Rip it away it's not theirs it's mine
Let me feast on their wretched souls
Bring them down where I have control

Come and tell me
I'll be your confessional
I'll make you a deal
You seem like a professional

So, we got a deal