When the Devil creeps you see no sign of him
Cold sweeps your veins like strings on a violin
Death pulls the cords of life on a puppet
The gritty harshness of reality, fuck I love it
below 40 degrees' beats hit your ears you just freeze
Stress your squad, you can never fuckin test the God
Still I wonder why, If we can laugh and cry
Get high and pass the lie, Why do we have to die?
But I've danced with the devil by the moonlight
While Death swept fingers on the harp and played a tune like
I don't fear the reaper, neither do the sun nor the wind and the rain
Maybe after death things will be as they were
except after death there will be no pain
Remember there's two sides to life the dark and light
Pray that your God won't stop your heart tonight
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