Satanism

Broken potential, family vice
I never listened to mothers advice
Devils were silenced, drugs stowed away
Knew all along, will come a day

They make traps
They make traps for me
They make traps
I will make them pay

Speed, sweat and pipes
Deep seated flight
Well to do children locked up tonight

Sessions, preventions, a heap full of ash
Dilated wide, with a fist full of cash

Now you can see me, my hands on your throat
Jacked up on anti-depressants and coke
Do you believe every word that I say?
You knew all along and this is the day