Guilty

Sometimes the devil allows people to live a life free of trouble
 Because he doesn't want them turning to God
 Sin is like a jail cell except it's
 So nice and comfy and there doesn't seem to be any need to leave
 The doors wide open
 Til one day
 Time runs out
 The cell door slams shut
 And suddenly
 It's too late...
 I'm a prisoner of my own mind
 I fall back into it everytime
 But this pain i just can't hold it in
 We're a product of our own sin
 I've been driving down the same road
 But i don't know which way to go
 Memories of a different past
 Torture me for living fast
 In my head replaying what you said
 This ain't living we already dead
 Been at the bottom for so fucking long
 Been all alone since i heard you're gone
 Feel more then empty but that's nothing new
 Would say i'm sorry if i could to you
 I feel guilty just for waking up
 All this money couldn't make it up
 I'm a prisoner of my own mind
 I fall back into it everytime
 But this pain i just can't hold it in
 We're a product of our sin
 I've been driving down the same road
 But i don't know which way to go
 Memories of a different past
 Torture me for living fast