"Beelzebub, leave me!" Yelling does no good

The two know I cannot fight my craving for food today;

I could, but they convince me there's no way.

Beelzebub says it's okay to have more,

The nightmare alchemist pulls at my core even tighter,

"Come on, you have never been a fighter"

"Beelzebub, leave me!" Yelling does no good

The two know I cannot fight the mistakes I would today;

I could, but they convince me there's no way

I drag myself away, punishing me,

I agree with my guilt and its frequent plea to worry

"I have all night, there's no need to hurry,"

As he laughs at my attempts to battle;

Beelzebub is mad and I realise that'll not suffice

"Free me from...