Don't Talk to the Devil
This dammed city of prey Who's people are just shades of grey So easy to woe So easy to sway I won't even need to try something new They will believe whatever I say Hay criminal across the street I can tell you're trying to dodge the heat Why...
a simple thing called love
Pain that flows And love that parts Demons who feed off woes Of the broken hearts These are the things that can set my whole world a spin Was it different before ? Could it have been.... I was blind but now I see The crazy things it dose...