Trapped by the Devils touch
Blinded in all the lights,
Surrounded in all these lies,
I think the Devils calling me
Good bye...

Aim for not the visions
but the real parts of me
Aiming for what is real
and not distorting me

Blank pages,
Wrapped around my unmade mind
what kind of world do I live
Where I Should be able to untwine my mind
past the Devils lies
Because he didn't enclose me for centuries,
stand me alone in this cold cell
not knowing my own path,
was going be hell

Stuck in denial that my own spirit
was gonna to be taken
For My family,
Their going to be left vacant
The Devil was going to leave me to be unfound
Leaving my missing body naked