Voices (Brooks Joe)

The devil on my shoulder Speaks so smooth to me Scarlet lips and silver tongue So easy to believe But I can't seem to grow Can't seem to change my way While you're in control Darkness, it will reign Darkness, it will reign Angel, angel, come Be gone of this charade Drown the voices, silent now At least for another day But I can't seem to grow Can't seem to change my way While you're in control Darkness, it will reign Darkness, it will reign