So that means that you definitely are going to Hell, right?
If you sell it to the devil?
No, you can still be saved by, saved at the last moment
Selling your soul to the devil doesn't mean, like
"You get my soul when I die"
Selling your soul to the devil is more like (You're a slave)
I'mma live my life (You're a slave)
Yeah, you're a slave to things, like
A slave to... music
A slave to your car, a slave to need-me things
'Cause like, in the Bible, it says that, uh... you know
People enslave themselves to their own greed
Yeah, so...
I have a fucking great idea for a song
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Watch me lean into my internet persona
It smells like teen spirit as I breathe in the aroma
Hear people say I'm 'bout to blow, I feel so supernova
'Cause the Devil went and put my shoulder angel in a coma
Oh my God, oh my God, I am human, I forgot
Why can't you see that all of this is clearly a façade?
I apologize, I think my former self has gotten out again
He's somewhere suffocating in the darkness of the outer—
I'm so afraid to misplace my faith
I know the good Lord's looking down on me
As I scream His name in vain
I'm so ashamed to throw out the cane
And the Devil said he's takin' me up tonight
But I'm goin' up in flames
(Sorry, babe!)
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I faced him in Orlando when I was twenty two
He ain't come as a man though, I met him as a youth
He killed me with a picture, tears fall to the frame
And he looked me in the eyes as I saw my reflection
And bestowed me a new name
And I'm so afraid to misplace my faith
I know the good Lord's looking down on me
As I scream His name in vain
I'm so ashamed to throw out the cane
And the Devil said he's takin' me up tonight
But I'm goin' up in flames
(Sorry, babe!)
♪
I spoke to God and He questioned why I'm actin' bitter
It ain't personal, my soul's just lookin' for the highest bidder
Wicked winner, chicken dinner, why'd You make me as a sinner?
If they lead me to temptation, then You can't even deliver
Yeah, I figured counseling someone like me was kind of optional
I know You're busy saving lives and doing the impossible
But if You got a million angels ready in Your arsenal
Why is it the pursuit of happiness is growing marginal?
Why is it that the best people face all the hardest obstacles?
Why is that the world's gone bad in every single article?
So if You ain't gon' save it, I'mma do it myself
I'm doin' God's will, loaded with the power of Hell!
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(The Devil just took him)
And I'm so afraid to misplace my faith
I know the good Lord's looking down on me
As I scream His name in vain
I'm so ashamed to throw out the cane
And the Devil said he's takin' me up tonight
But I'm goin' up in flames
I'm so afraid of what might await
I hope the good Lord might forgive me soon
And allow me to make it to twenty eight
And I'd hate to enter this fate
But the Devil said he's takin' me up tonight
So how hard should I pray?