A demon's lifeI might not get what choices areI might not get to choose themThey're made for meUnder his command I praise his wayI'm there for himeven if I hate himMy lordmy feastthe person I hate mostI didn't choose to be with himneither did I choose to feel this way about himI'm forced to love himGo to his every commandforce back my angergetting slapped for saving his lifeIt's in my contractUntil the endI won't have to deal with him anymoreI might not know a hell of a lot of thingsbut, I'm one hell of a butlerand I plan to be that wayIf he tells me to tie his tieI'll do it, with a smileto hide back the crave