Drive, desire, influence and power
You became weak and powerless so you shout out in your darkest hour
The devil is catching up, can't you hear him steadily slink?
Your deal is in motion as quickly as you think
Your scream was silent and your thoughts were loud
The angels were terrified for you as they hid in the cloud
Your steps are Treacherous and your path is a welcomed torment
The devil just wants to talk, will you spare him a moment?
Now you have everything, so you reflect on your journey so far
You revealed your pretence and hid your pain like that of a mimosa pudica
The devil wants his end of the bargain which is my soul
A deal that was made for a life well spent ends in the old paths of the crossroad