Ian Carter - Drink With The Devil lyrics

Sometimes I wish that I was bulletproof And that my own hate would not be my noose Me and the knife almost called a truce And then I lived again and found relief in the battle Hate me for the words I do say And even the ones I try to take away Hold everything against me For I am not worth a single red cent Don't pity the man without a soul As he sold it straight to the Devil And I am that man Oh mercy, I am that man Those days I can no longer live with my choice Hell will be the place where I will rejoice Meet the person that I really should be I took a drink with the Devil And sadly, that Devil is me