The Devil and You

By the looks of the ashtray you've been up for a while
id love to sit and work it out but you know thats not my style
the demons eating you were seemingly sent by lucifer himself
im only a temporary hand to set your problems on the shelf
its hard to sit and watch evil take such a sweet soul
draped in beauty if your eyes could see youd know
but your pupils been washed by acidic substance
your retinas squashed by cynical touches
id be wrong to call myself a saint
the more of you i had the more of you id taint
so now ill head for the door
yes i really should be going
ill leave you to your thoughts for now while your still glowing
and together we will wish for the best
sweet dreams to you and may your demons get some rest