Mixing and twirling the misty visions
Seems like a bunch of lost missions
The devil wills a soul to do its bidding
A soul begging the devil to be kidding
Round and round we go
Round the pit of woe
Our games hit a new low
Spear me pain and sorrow
They come toe in toe
With this whole show
Sour me, devour me
Leave me, deceive me
Break me, make me
Just don’t wake me
Down and down we go
Down the pit of woe
Our games hit a new low
Spear me pain and sorrow
They come toe in toe
With this whole show
Mixing and twirling the misty visions
Seems like a bunch of lost missions
devil wills my soul to do its bidding
My soul begging the devil to be kidding
Down and down I go
Down the pit of woe
My games hit a new low
Spear me pain and sorrow
They come toe in toe
With your whole show
Sour me, devour me
Leave me, deceive me
Break me, make me
Just don’t wake me
WAKE ME from this dream
As the world must be better
Than this nightmarish scheme
Send God a complaint letter
Write down my constant scream
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