Saturday, May 3, 2008
Crossroads | 7:41 AM
All you folks think you own my life
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
I'm standing at the crossroads of hell.
I look to the left
I look to the right
Hands that grab me on every side.
All you folks think I got my pride
At which I sell all that is mine
You think money rules when all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell.
I'm trying to protect what I keep inside
All the reasons why I live my life.
Some say the devil be a mystical thing
I say the devil he a walking man.
He a fool
he a liar
conjurer and a thief
He try to tell you what you want
try to tell you what to need.
Standing at the point
the road it cross you down
What is at your back? Which way do you turn?
Who will come to find you first?
Your devils or your gods?
All your folks think you run my life
Say i should be willing to compromise.
I say all your demons go back to hell
I'll save my soul
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