
时间:2018-11-16
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The Devil You Know - Lord Of The Lost
Composed by:Chris Harms
Spit venom at me my bleak enemy
The Devil you know
Consistently cold no love to withhold
The Devil you know
Salt in my wounds but I don't resent
This cleansing contempt
As I fake a desperate bliss
That alchemy cannot fix
This shameless disdain keeps both of us sane
The Devil you know
An honest untruth we both fail to prove
The Devil you know
A future doomed as a malcontent
In loveless lament
So I wake to infinite lists
Of agonies that persist
Words insincere gracelessly rehearsed
Keeping us here this abyss deserved
Oh the Devil's closer than we admit
We turn a blind eye to make someone fit
Spit venom at me a brief remedy
The Devil you know
This shameless disdain profoundly profane
The Devil you know
In threadbare rooms so little is left
That we represent
And we face a festering kiss
That apathy can't dismiss
A poison we take to lessen the ache
The Devil you know
So freely enslaved from cradle to grave
The Devil you know
The Devil you know