The Devil's Rules

 
Something's breathing
heavy on my shoulder
I sense the darkness closing in
maybe the Devil's
got some business here
in a race that I can't win

On the moors
the clouds are rolling
turning sunlight into stone
wind is stilled to awe the moment
the wildest horses head for home

Life was learning to tie laces
when none of us
is born with shoes
They only tell you
best be careful
better follow all their rules

Should I have listened to the preacher
to confess my sins and then atone
when saving grace cannot define me
now I face Death alone

If the other side holds no redemption
no angel choirs or heaven's wings
then hell ain't waiting to destroy me
so there's no need to fear a thing

Life was learning to tie laces
when none of us
is born with shoes
They only tell you
best be careful
better follow all their rules