Wicked

You can dress like you’re going to church,

You can act like you ain’t caused hurt,

But wicked, you’re never getting good again.

You can say that it’s all in fun,

And act like you ain’t drew blood,

But wicked, you’re never getting good again.

You can ignore that you’ve done so much,

And pray for the souls you’ve crushed,

But wicked, you’re never getting good again.

You’re tired of playing the games,

You’re hurting from the burning flames,

But wicked, you’re never getting good again.

You want to be innocent,

You want to be heaven sent,

Don’t ever be unwilling to try,

But don’t bow your head to cry,

Just remember, when you’re feeling the pain,

Only by demons are demons slain.