In Bed With The Devil
Fast Track To Hell
I'm in bed with the devil.
I'm on the fast track to hell.
A spitting image of my mother.
With all the rage of my father.
I'd sell my soul to the devil,
Just to get the upper hand.
I'm losing touch with reality.
My mind is clouded by these fantasies.
Life is meaningless in the end.
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