Treasure Me
This girl I know
stays hidden beneath
the Winter's snow
She doesn't want to be seen
by those who never understand
by the ones so unclean
Her lies come free
with every purchase
That's what she said to me
when I gave her my soul
to keep and do as she willed
she was the Devil's personal mole
Hidden in plain view
so no one could truly see
the pain she really knew
the horror she only told me
This girl I once knew
was a little like me
and a lot like you
Blinded, so you wouldn't see
what was real or what was true
She told me
that her lies came free
with any purchase of choice
so I paid the price for choosing my voice
She kept her end
told me that the reprocussion scars will mend
She told me to speak my mind
to never leave a thing behind
and I did just as she told
before long, my will began to fold
I became bent and broke
Heard the things that I spoke
Regret and pain, the wounds started to show
Her lies were true, I soon would know
A devil's advocate
A sinner's ecstacy
Who could have thought
that the fallen angel would be me
Tomorrow I take the girl's place
To betray my own race
Turn my own kind against myself
for the common good
or the blinded wealth
The cycle never stops
it will never end
because where there are choices
the human will can bend
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