The Devil’s Condition.

Across the dark forest

The creatures they stare

Eating blue eyed babies

As the loins they bare

Letting go of the past

The creatures move on

Awaiting the day

To hear the devil’s song

In every shade of blue

Made just for you

Didn’t want this part,

Never auditioned,

Don’t want to be typecast

The Devil’s condition

Will not play host

Reliving exorcism

Won’t give satisfation

The Devil’s position

Haunted by sadness

I give unto you

I am your material girl

I’m your devil too

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