Sold my soul

the hope that God supplies
is running dry
now that that i can't get high
I must make a deal that I cannot die
now i must lie 
that I can still fly with the saints
for my love for life wanes
because I felt life was too sane
because my hate is all I became
now that I made a deal with the insane
I have to follow it's  orders without complaints
because I couldn't handle life's pains
my demons pick at my Hope's remains
because I can never reach heavens gates
for my heart is lock up in  hells chains
awaiting for my soul's shame