Deal With the Devil
Empty souls walking together
Ugly on the inside
Ugly on the outside
An army marching to the same beat
Tragedy is at its peak
They're not who they used to be
Dead minds
Dead bodies
Decaying corpses still on the move
They’re nobodies
Miserable creatures hiding in the dark
Lost to the feeling of sorrow
Waiting for something but there’s no tomorrow
Not for these empty souls anyways
Doomed to spend their lives in hiding
Can’t change a thing, there’s no use in trying
They sold their soul to the Devil
If you listen closely you can hear them crying
Once you make a deal with him, there’s no turning back
He’ll chop you off into pieces and burn you like wax
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