Why do you?
Why do you see
Only the Devil in me...?

I'm not that bad
In this city of
The living dead.

I do the same,
The same as you,
I stroll the streets,
Without a name.

True, my soul is dark,
But so is yours,
We're all just puppets,
To some unknown force.

And yes I hum
These wicked melodies,
When it's time
For demons to come,

I may be bewitched,
But so are you,
And I dance with them,
But you do it too.

Yet I wonder why,
Why do you see
The Devil only in me?