I look like a demon, shaped by my sins
Every wrong turn carved into my skin
I didn’t wake up this way overnight
I walked toward darkness, calling it right

I hear his will inside my head
Guiding my hands, choosing what’s said
I tell myself I still decide
But every day, I lose that lie

I hear his voice louder every day
The more I listen, the more I decay
I grow weaker, I can’t resist
I look more like a demon I can’t dismiss

My mirror shows what I’ve become
A twisted soul, a borrowed tongue
I used to fight, I used to pray
Now I just follow, obey

I hear his voice louder every day
The more I listen, the more I decay
I have less strength to push away
I look more like a demon every day

I didn’t sell my soul at once
I paid in pieces, month by month
Every excuse, every sin
Let the demon further in

I hear his voice louder every day
I’m sinking deeper, fading gray
I barely fight, I barely breathe
I look more like the demon in me

If I’m still human, it’s hard to tell
I walk the line between myself and hell
This isn’t possession, this is choice
I followed the demon — and learned his voice