I Know The Devil
The devil held me,
in his sinful hands,
unwilling to let what was left of me
have a chance at something good.
He took me by the throat,
forced my words back,
and yet he sees me as something to gloat
on...
in his sinful hands,
unwilling to let what was left of me
have a chance at something good.
He took me by the throat,
forced my words back,
and yet he sees me as something to gloat
on...