This light in my eyes.
Is it an illusion or am I seeing this right?
Where have I gone…so cold and empty inside.
This anvil of hate is weight on my mind…yeah.
So sick of you beating me down; and pulling will; and spinning me 'round; and making me feel like:
I'm your reason why.
Fallen is an angel, he's the devil and he wants my soul.
Tempting away with pleasure that make me whole.
Will I win the battle or lay my cards and fold…my soul.
I will never be your heretic…don't you get it?
I'm my own.
I will be the blade in your belly and let you know:
Maybe it's me, who should own your soul and burn your thrown!
Sting you along and give you a taste of your own!
It seems so right in my eye.
Take no confusion, my devil, I'm not on your side.
Here I am now, so warm, in control of my pride.
So sick of you holding me back. I'm taking it back.
Your my reason why…
Fallen is an angel, he's the devil and he wants my soul.
Tempting away with pleasure that make me whole.
Will I win the battle or lay my cards and fold…my soul.
I will never be your heretic…don't you get it?
I'm my own.
I will be the blade in your belly and let you know:
Maybe it's me, who should own your soul and burn your thrown!
Sting you along and give you a taste of your own!
Devil!