blindmenblog

[blindmenblog]

i am the devil

I am the devil and everybody thinks they know my name. Oh yes thier so sure that they know my face But thats just part of my time old game All the faces of the people you meet I walk the earth, i pass between you on the street I dont go looking for you, you come to me all worked up behind that little mask i just set you free I can smell it on you, in you, the dry rot The pain thats taken all that you got Whos to blame, for the pain? Point the finger and say my name Once thier snakes in the garden its never the same

Label all the little pieces and tell yourself whats right, bad things only go bump in the night, cover your eyes, tie the blindfold nice and tight Evils not evil if i say its right

Oh Blind men blind men sing my song Tell the lord to hurry along If he doesn't get here quick itll all be gone Straight to hell, you all jump on

Im sure your sure you knew you were right Its easy to find others faults with all the light Everything could be perfect, its all in sight If they would do what you say and not put up a fight Make them drink it down, swallow it whole Reshape thier body's, thier minds, their soul Make them pay the devils toll How they see the world is what we stole

More like us, more the marrier, see im infectious just like malaria i dont sowe seeds i just reap your hysteria Puppets Im pulling on your strings, any of this staring to scar ya

Hurry hury the end is nigh, stand on the street corner and wave a sign, Ask them if they know were thell go Tell them that you love them so Pack up the performance and then go home

I set the table and the family is here Your wife hand is shaking as she hands you a beer Aw to be in love with someone you fear To be hurt by the ones you call so dear Can you see the irony here

Maybe thats not you, i didnt mean to offend Your not all like that, you would defend Its just Some of you amuse me to no end With the lenghts you go to when you play pretend

Its just what you believe, its just whats right All these wrong people just arnt your type Love your nabors isnt that rip

When they say their happy you know its a lie A pain in your stomach, a glint in thier eye Nothings to small, trust its a sign, no truth is more truth then the truth that is mine