Hey you what are you thinking of
wandering around like a lost soul
losing your mind waiting for the end of time
words of hate and words of the mind
The raging fire burns me inside
the forces of darkness plagues our world
living in memory of the sins you hold
to walk through this hell, is not where to go
My thoughs of you might not be to your liking
why do you fight with the demons inside?
Look into my eyes tell me all's alright
but that cold stare on your face brings me down
I sit back sipping on my wine
staring into the dark sends me into fright
My thoughs of you might not be to your liking
why do you fight with the demons inside?
Everyone is listening to your pathetic lies
you manipulate them with lustful words
that raging fire still burns inside
the reaper of death knocks at your door
My thoughs of you might not be to your liking
why do you fight with the demons inside?
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