Devils

I was created from evil,
I've got a devil inside,
I try to be good and proper but no devil will ever let me hide,
My manners are in tack,  
I try to keep my morals,
I try to tame the devil, but he wants to quarrel.
He's always sat on my shoulder
He shot my angle dead.
He leans and creeps over and gets right in my head,
He allows me to view the good,
Go on love have a little touch,
He will give me all of the faith and then he takes,  it's too much,
Compulsive self destructor,
An evil creation left inside,
Devil tells me run but only to bide some time,
One more small touch of the good love,  then it's time to leave it behind.  
The devil created my soul and God gave me a kind mind,
My heart beats fast but bleeds black blood all hidden by a small amount of pride,
The devil wants a monster,  
I won't to hide,
How long will it be before I'm out of time,
What will it take for the devil to break me through,
Why am I so evil and can people see it too?
Excorsits may exorcise,
The devil with rot them away.
When you're born from evil, created.
The devil will always steals you away.