Married To The Devil

I've got a reputation where you don't mess with me.

In meditation I restlessly wrestle the beast.

Getting touched by the devil but I'm getting blessed.

Priest under your daughter's wedding dress.

A foul order of Owl worship.

I doubt that it's our Serpent.

Eye out and it's night out, gotta light drought up in this hideout.

I'm getting so emotional and I'm feeling sick, slow motion and I'm over the stealing of my being.

Quick pick, a hit, skip!

Shifting my dreams, lifting at seams, I'm gifted it seems.