The devil was wearing my shoes
Don't look in the mirror I can't seem to stomach my face
There's a perpetual hum in my ear; its singing the blues
I'm drifting out to sea, I can't find a stationary place
There's opium in my veins
And nothing but numbness in my brain
Save me before I get slain
From all of this self inflicted pain
Take the wiper blades and clear this fog
Life must be better than this abyss
It's not pleasant when the devil becomes your guard dog
Living a life in remiss
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