It Comes

Yeah!

Your comfort sinks into a spell
Of what I thought'd make me feel like ya hell
But as I drink, my soul will tell
A tale about how I will be hell as well

Feelings are actually is what it feeds on
That demon naturally controls its freedom
It tricks ya into kindness 'n' makes ya see
Its freedom's natural, baby
Go on and be him

This torment sings and whispers heat
That warms up all our spirits, but leaves 'em weak
So just wait, and then escape
Its grip is gettin' tighter along ya waist

Jesus pleads, ya creatures beg
To pull ya back up from where, where ya had fell

Ya feelings actually is what it feeds
That demon naturally controls its freedom
It tricks ya into kindness 'n' makes ya see
Its freedom's natural, baby
Go on and be him