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I'm not afraid of the devil you made Because you made me the devil I must confess, something's grown in my chest It hasn't made me a rebel Make my hell into something you can sell But something no one can ever love You cannot sedate all the things you hate Though you may have blinded some Me, a name I call myself But not my real name Just a disease you've passed onto me To stay the same You are afraid of the reasons you stayed Because you stayed for the fear Be glad you can choose which limb you lose Whenever life isn't quite so dear If you suggest we die like the rest I'll leave you here to rot alone But if you force me to carry misery I'll come to find all my life is gone Me, a name I call myself But not my real name Just a disease you've passed onto me To stay the same I wish I was an only son Death is my sister, my brother is a gun I wish I was an only son Your name is one To me, it's none Me, a name I call myself But not my real name Just a disease you've passed onto me To stay the same Just a disease Just a disease Just a disease To play the game

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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