I get high off Satan's smoke
Swirling, vaporous fantasies
I'll inhale hard until I choke
It fills my blood with sweet release
I feel as if I just awoke
To something greater than hypocrite verse
Because to breathe the devil's smoke
Is a privilege mistaken for a curse
The pipe's contents are always alight
The bowl will never need refilled
A single puff, a newer height
And my unhappy thoughts are stilled
For when you go get high with Satan
He asks for nothing in return
His intentions are indeed quite blatant
Grant the desires for which you yearn
Unlike some, he won't tell you to bow
And beg him repentance for every mistake
He doesn't ask you commit a vow
You're allowed pleasure with nothing at stake
You call it sin, because you fear
The wrath you think your god can invoke
But I suggest you sidle up here
Be free, get high off Satan's smoke.
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