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The mark of the devil is upon you; Your look is no happier than mine. Damnation is waiting in the mirror, But you shouldn't mind. Their legs start a feeling in your stomach, Their eyes knock you backwards with a glance. Your pride sinks unnoticed in the river given half a chance. And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old And you want to join the laughter shairing simple shreds of feeling But you fidget and your heart is growing cold. Smiles left unfollowed start to haunt you; Chances that perished long ago. The devil is waiting in the bathroom with your worthless soul. The years pull their weight down on your cheekbones, The nights out are hanging from your waist. The years float like dust held in the sunlight, with an aftertaste. And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old And you want to join the laughter shairing simple shreds of feeling But you fidget and your heart is growing cold. La, la, la.... And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old And you want to join the laughter shairing simple shreds of feeling But you fidget and your heart is growing cold. And you want to join the laughter shairing simple shreds of feeling But you fidget and your heart is growing cold. La, la, la... |