Songtext von Devils

Reflection shows a stranger's face Moving shadows frame twisted place Distortions, contortions Devils Guided hand I act of devils The small hours greet a cold cruelty A candle burns decayed beauty Distortions, contortions Devils Guided hand I act of devils Ghosts screaming, warped dreaming Devils I cry out, try leave my devils My hand holds over what I've done These actions I have now become The awful truth rises inside That what I claim to be has died