Angel Dust

For me and I
Live seems so hard at all
Not evenworth a dime
Need to do some kind of crime
I'm looking up
To a high command
But watching you tears me in two
To sell myself I got to do
There's no return now
If I want to go my way
To leave this life of a dying man
I would sell my soul to anyone
Here I am, an eternal slave
I will do what you like