Let the devil in, it’s cold outside he’ll only be a minute.
All he wants are souls and things to make life more livable.
And if you shout to keep him out then maybe he’ll just beat it.
But he’ll find you and he’ll bind you and make your life so horrible.

So let him in, and give him some food and shelter.
Play some games and gamble souls in the end he’ll always win.
The devil’s gunna play his cards he’ll always play one better.
So have some fun he’ll soon be done, just let the games begin.

A squeaking, creaking, fills the room, the door swings softly in.
And with an air of lordly tide, the hansom devil steps inside.
He’s tall and bright and filled with sin.
So in this darkened dreary place let your soul confide.

Burnt crisp words flew from crusted lips as he sold a pretty lie to you.
And in return he’ll take the thing that died in you.

But it was yourself that did the deed, and hell was born inside of you.

I see something that no man sees, an arctic frozen sunset.
I think the sand has turned to snow and snow will surely melt.
“If only” I cried, then I could go and see that.
And no Idea can conjure about the feelings that I felt.
My heart is melting mixing with the silt.
The rivers churn was washed me into the sea.
I’m a small tear drop of water from which an ocean’s built.
My hearts emotion in now a part of cold springs tea.
The swirling, churning, chilly life is filling me with guilt.
But in the end I’ll freeze again and you can merge with me.

There’s an empty room filled with things but nobodies anywhere.
The lavish peace, the British saw when they still had the heir.
But now I see forgotten things locked away in there.
There’s a man in red elegance with the beauties of the day.
And some lonesome awful peacefulness that’s green, and blue, and gray.
In the corner was a pink and white striped couch, so elegant, so gay.
I can see the dying queen sitting in the forest.
Her body is so pale in the shade, where she’ll forever rest.
At least in this solitude she is looking her best.
The sad truth is that I think she is the ***** est.

There was a tick, tick, and ticking away falling with the sand.
Time passing, dropping, running away, falling through our hands.
In the end the kings and queens have failed to understand.

To **** her love with your death is but a tragedy.
The lucky few who find this fate are the ones who blindly see.
That in the end all love dies and so too will thee.

In the heat of summer a tiger ate the crocodile.
While peace was free upon the Nile.
And in good time the dead went west.
The east was left with a living crest.
This was stained with blood and vile.
And in the dark the mice could glean the riches that were left unseen.
Then greed took hold and ate the old, and hollow was left within.
So went the day when men killed mice and took what they had given.
The Nightmare in Detroit
Twas a blank night’s day when all our fear was given.
And in our dreams we found new things where escape was in believing.
To dance with death and scream in life gave one a thought of living.

My heart is burned now.
But the ashes show beauty.
And I’m born a new.