Guilty

Sometimes the devil allows people to live a life free of trouble Because he doesn't want them turning to God Sin is like a jail cell except it's So nice and comfy and there doesn't seem to be any need to leave The doors wide open Til one day Time runs out The cell door slams shut And suddenly It's too late... I'm a prisoner of my own mind I fall back into it everytime But this pain i just can't hold it in We're a product of our own sin I've been driving down the same road But i don't know which way to go Memories of a different past Torture me for living fast In my head replaying what you said This ain't living we already dead Been at the bottom for so fucking long Been all alone since i heard you're gone Feel more then empty but that's nothing new Would say i'm sorry if i could to you I feel guilty just for waking up All this money couldn't make it up I'm a prisoner of my own mind I fall back into it everytime But this pain i just can't hold it in We're a product of our sin I've been driving down the same road But i don't know which way to go Memories of a different past Torture me for living fast