The demons that you wrestle
Are the demons that you know
The ones that finally get you
Are the ones you never show
When you meet the devil
He won't be awful and red
The devil that finally gets you
Will make the softest bed
You were always told since you were young
That kneeling would cleanse your soul
The ones who always said it
Are the ones who have control
And the ones who always do it
Have lost their soul