When the devils come to play,
They always leave a mess,
They have never made things better,
Than before, they only guilt and stress.
They mix all my emotions,
And they tell me where to hide,
Then they whisper all my secrets,
And they tell me I should die.
They distort my own perception,
And contort my tongue with lies,
Then they justify their actions,
Leaving naught but severed ties.
When the devils come to play at night,
I know my night is done,
I surrender to the rising sun,
The devils will have won.
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