For Her Little Soul

Where would you belong,
In your world where evil thrives?
What keeps your desire strong,
To feed the devil that you drive?
Where is your heart?
The material that sets you and I alive.
Someone really needs it,
Someone needs it to survive;

But not yours,
As yours is black.
And so is your emotions,
As that is what you lack.
And so is your soul,
Which isn't on the right track.
And so will be your mind,
As her soul will haunt you back.

Nobody wants to be dead,
But nobody wants to get tortured and murdered.
Everybody wants your head,
But God will have it for the sin you've committed.

Where's Satan to save you now boy?