Touch Of Life

I dine with the devil with my bare hands 

Africans don't eat with long spoons 

The road to hell is paved with good intentions 

So I'm filled bad ones 

And since I can't join them 

I beat them by all means 

I nap in the valley of the shadow of death 

To wake up with green pastures 

And with every kiss of death 

I feel the touch of life [@the_vyrus]