Sympathy From The Devil

He knows me well
He watched me fall
He may have even helped
Not that I needed it
We both know that
And they turn on us
As they always do
Not understanding
What it’s like to be above them
To see straight through the façade
Morality is for the weak
We both know the father
More than they ever will
They will never understand
Why He needs us
And why their fear controls
Their pathetic righteous lives
Only we can know why
We are the hated ones
That keep this world alive