Song-The devils conscience-
One Two strike
One two strike
the lightning woke the devil up
and suddenly the cold hard front is no more
The devils concience is ridding him of life
the poor poor soul lives a life of regret
leaves come and leaves go
like fear in the night
Tossing and Turning
brought down by his own hand
Drowning in the deep horror of what he has done
While the doves fly into the shimmering moonlight
An angry young man cries
Wolves will whistle to the moon
As flying harpoons aim straight at my heart
In the clutch of evil
his greasy hands grasp the hands of who
the hands of a shrink
Years go by and I have changed
The world knows not that he`s the devil
but he has changed
Over and over
I beat myself up
over and over
Im sorry
Im sorry
Im sorry
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