My Sundays aren't fun.

Sometimes I act in ways to fulfill twisted desires that I hold beneath.
I stopped hanging with angels because they were always just too sweet.
I like the darkness, it's the light that terrifies me.
I would like to know what do you see when you look at me?
If you see my halo, I must warn you that there are horns underneath.
See my demons like to take turns with me.
They all choose to consume my mind individually for a week and on Sunday we all gather and meet.
You'd think they would be more courteous to me, but these demons only care about one thing.
They want my soul for eternity. Do you think you deserve anything?
You must have forgot how you let us in?
Now you wanna talk about life when you sin?
You didn't know what you were getting yourself in.
You can't choose your family but you can choose your friends.