Satan's Clutches

Constantly I struggle to survive each day, Always feared I'd end up this way. My vision blurry my mind unclear, I've become a puppet and the Devil my puppeteer. He controls every action every move every thought. I can't believe for so little my soul has been bought. With all that I know now I only wish I'd known then, Never would I have allowed for Satan's tricks to begin. Now my body is aching my arms are sore, I can hear the Reaper knocking at my door. And as life starts to draw down my final curtain, The one thing I can I say I learned for certain, Is no matter how hard you keep clawing and scraping, From Satan's clutches there is no escaping.