Fake

Sleeping with the devil against your will You lie down he does too You turn the corner he mocks Just being a copy Full of raw stuff Never coming to knowledge of his own Looking to steal from your life one more time Hold and cover The order of his dine Needing to create a mind Empty of which way to go Filling self by way of others sews Like a stuffed animal Without reason he molds Spewing back out hearing in mind No original agenda cooking