[Dialogue]
Little Boy: Mom, mom, MOM!?!?!
Woman: I'm here Christopher, what's wrong honey?
Little Boy: There's a man in my room
Woman: Oh honey, there's no man in your room
Little Boy: Yes there is. He keeps on talking to me
Woman: Well what does he sound like?
Little Boy: I think it's The Devil mom
[Verse 1]
Ever since I was a child, I could feel a dark presence lingering in me
As I got older, I could gradually hear it speaking more clearly
I was scared at first, I would under me and my little brother's bunk bed
My little brother didn't know what was there, so I thought that it was me that it wants dead
Come to find out the opposite, it kept visiting me, no stopping it
I shut the bedroom door, kept locking it, under the cover tryna hide I would often get
So much awful shit, going through my head I wish the thoughts would quit
I really needed someone to be talking with, like a child therapist with a doctorate
But then again they don't deal with the supernatural or anything beyond the coffin, truly
They wanna put me on prescription drugs if I told 'em that the devil was talking to me
It would've been all bad, and nobody would've sat next to Chris
Sitting all by myself in the pew during mass and they might've called an exorcist
You could be in fact destroyed, God is good so react with joy, do what you should since that's understood you can go and be a good little Catholic boy
And it kept going on, til the night I decided to give up the fear
So I cursed and I called out his name, suddenly he just appeared
Little Boy: Mom, mom, MOM!?!?!
Woman: I'm here Christopher, what's wrong honey?
Little Boy: There's a man in my room
Woman: Oh honey, there's no man in your room
Little Boy: Yes there is. He keeps on talking to me
Woman: Well what does he sound like?
Little Boy: I think it's The Devil mom
[Verse 1]
Ever since I was a child, I could feel a dark presence lingering in me
As I got older, I could gradually hear it speaking more clearly
I was scared at first, I would under me and my little brother's bunk bed
My little brother didn't know what was there, so I thought that it was me that it wants dead
Come to find out the opposite, it kept visiting me, no stopping it
I shut the bedroom door, kept locking it, under the cover tryna hide I would often get
So much awful shit, going through my head I wish the thoughts would quit
I really needed someone to be talking with, like a child therapist with a doctorate
But then again they don't deal with the supernatural or anything beyond the coffin, truly
They wanna put me on prescription drugs if I told 'em that the devil was talking to me
It would've been all bad, and nobody would've sat next to Chris
Sitting all by myself in the pew during mass and they might've called an exorcist
You could be in fact destroyed, God is good so react with joy, do what you should since that's understood you can go and be a good little Catholic boy
And it kept going on, til the night I decided to give up the fear
So I cursed and I called out his name, suddenly he just appeared
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