Me and my demons are best friends
Thats why i live life without inhibitions 
The devil is holding my hand 
And the angel on my shoulder has wings blacker than ink wells,
he knows im going straight to hell
So why not live it up like theres heaven on earth and im not walking on egg shells. 
Gods probably watching me like im his favorite rerun 
Always causin trouble and having fun
Cant go one day without doing something dumb 
But its alright at least i'll have stories to tell when im old and unwell
And a breath away from the deaths door,
Knocking like life after death is just the opportunity ive been searching for,
Somebody tell lucifer im coming home to my throne after im done leaving my mark on this world. 

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