Mr. Devil

Mr. Devil, how are you?
How have you been?
You leaned in closer, put your hand on top my shoulder
As if like we were friends

I can see your grin through my smile
I can smell your stench, pure vile
I can hear your laugh when I laugh
I can feel your pain when I am in pain

Mr. Devil please tell me am I going insane?

My morality is clinging to fallen leaves in the garden
Yet I won't ask the question
or was my faith already beaten?
Can I still bloom
if there's a hurricane in Eden?

For someone who doesn't believe in a God
I sure speak a lot about the Devil
We have so much in common
I just want to make him feel special
Mr. Devil, Mr. Devil
What should we do today?

I have an idea
Lets go out and prey