I’m the Devil

I’m the Devil

I’m the Devil
I’m the Devil in charge
I wouldn’t bet on me if I were a gamer
I would make it around
Pretending nothing happened
And I wouldn’t talk to this guy
Life is disharmony

I have no friend and I feel I don’t need anyone
I’m a betrayer
I smell like sulphur when I’m talking of love
What do we mean when we’re talking of love
Nobody understands
And I’m not the last to play a dime in the game
And I don’t lie
I just don’t say the words I am supposed to

If you think I’m your friend it’s only about you
I’m a devil of yeah I’m a devil in disguise
I wouldn’t greet you
For anything you want for me it’s a barbecue
And the rhyme is poor cause I am just a hobo in the loop
I can understand what you’re saying to me
I mean it’s courtesy of my own
But I don’t care
I’m so sorry
You’re just a singular copy
Of what you hope
And you wanna me telling the truth
I mean it’s empty as a space I feel we’re in a booth
I think that life
Is a stage to say something
Always by a fool
And we don’t have to play
I’m a bird of pray
I’m a lonely scarecrow
I entertain the show
Oh yeah I do
So I won’t lie
I don’t get any clue
In this mysterious life I’m the worst ever you can find
As a scarecrow
As a blur of sublime
Just meet me down below
Oh yeah
Do that
Oh yeah
I’m just a bunch of drafts
Unreadable papers I have made all my own
Don’t be impress
I don’t know where to go
Oh yeah

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