My Spelling Is Not Pretentious.

[mijlocke]

What's So Wrong With What I Offer?
Darlin' rest you head,
This will all be over soon.
Close your eyes, and think of him
On that wretched afternoon
When he threw you down
And tore your yellow dress.
After you passed out,
He took what you had left.
So pull the trigger
You'll find it's very easy.
And after the first few times,
My love, you won't get so queasy.

The Devil I am.
The Master Of Sin
Stop Resisting
And let Me In.
I'll Make It All Better.
Light As A feather
You would would feel.
So Let's strike a deal.

Honey make your bed,
Your father soon will come
He's been drinking again
And now he's looking for some fun.
He won't find it now
Not tonight, and not tomorrow.
They'll cover it up
As you wear a masque of sorrow.
(Cause,)
You pulled the trigger
You Found out just how easy
It was, and the first time
Didn't make you the least bit queasy.

The Devil I Am.
The Master Of Sin
Stop Resisting
And Let Me In.
I'll make it all better
Light as a feather
You would feel.
So, Let's strike a deal.

I am the deliverer, and the giver of strength.
Now, how can that be so bad.
They cover It up, they say just pray.
Forget the nightmares you have.
Forget the nightmares you have.

Sometimes relief is found in sin.