Rebel (liar and thief)

There’s a demon who sits on my shoulder

He pretends that he is my friend

He whispers sweet nothings that quickly turn in to dust

And I wonder how to get him out of my head

I, I’m out of control

It’s deep in my soul

It won’t let me go

You, You come after me

With my own disease

You liar and thief

On the outside I’m Sunday morning

On the inside I’m still Friday night

Why do I do the things that I don’t want to do

Oh dear God, why can’t I get this thing right?

CH

Oh, did Jesus save your soul?