The Devil pursued until his interest failed
He changed his course straight back to hell
Yet I felt to follow through gates and doors
Caught and married his favorite *****
The beard that hid my bitter face
I took a razor and I did erase
No more hiding from what I can be
How could I embrace such misery...
Darkness plagues the shadows of mind
Light gets broken in the Devil's design
But we are not pawns without a choice
These are my hands and this is my voice...
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
The Devil pursued until his interest failed
He changed his course straight back to hell
Yet I felt to follow through gates and doors
Caught and married his favorite *****
The beard that hid my bitter face
I took a razor and I did erase
No more hiding from what I can be
How could I embrace such misery...
Darkness plagues the shadows of mind
Light gets broken in the Devil's design
But we are not pawns without a choice
These are my hands and this is my voice...
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