That Stranger in the Red Suit, and the Many Things He Promised Me

The Devil's caught a hold of my soul

On the path to faith, I couldn't pay my father's toll

I've chased pain with pleasure to mend the holes

And though I indulge, I still intend to end it all

In a life of sin, I'm still a bitch to my woes

Either Hell awaits, or it don't

Still I'll go

If there's hope, reveal it to me

For I refuse to abide what my eyes cannot see

What betides when I slip on my sword?

Is the debt of my life worth the things I've abhorred?

I will go

Bright be the lights as they shine on my exit

No, I won't die

I'll cease to be, as I never existed

As I descend the stairwell, a million souls climb in parallel

And though my canvas was left blank, the chiaroscurist has no shortage of fresh paints

And though I may be replaced, the marks I've scratched still to be effaced

And though it has taken me a lifetime to see; this is what I will be

For where God built a church, there the Devil would also build a chapel

What betides when I slip on my sword?

Is the debt of my life worth the things I've abhorred?

I will go

Bright be the lights as they shine on my exit

No, I won't die

I'll cease to be, as I never existed

As I descend the stairwell, a million souls climb in parallel

And though my canvas was left blank, the chiaroscurist has no shortage of fresh paints

And though I may be replaced, the marks I've scratched still to be effaced

And though it has taken me a lifetime to see; this is what I will be