The Devil

With heading and stead go right back and forth
You're gracing them all with the little respect you hold
Green and gold
As someone this way comes to conjure the corpse

You'll never laugh quite as well as when it all fades to a flicker of former self
bleeding an inner hell
Suffering paid for in honesty
What we lose down here will not be found

Corner all your false hopes you're willingness will be...

That's when the mask of the man eclipses the face and we will answer to him singing the muse
what know will end never meant as it begins
No longer idle and cold writing in flame

Spinning on your laurels come quick don't question worth
flicker in the false hope of putting back on what's gone
Your words world is down here
Flicking in false hope on putting back what's gone