truce, by Shnu Subscribe to rss feed for Shnu

i don't see the point 
i don't see the use 
coz the devil in me 
we've made a truce 

he has my mind 
my body and soul 
i have what's left 
a gaping big hole 

trapped in a dungeon 
no windows or light 
no strength left to struggle 
no strength left to fight 

the devil and i 
we've made a deal 
i surrender to him 
but i don't have to feel.
Posted: 2005-01-23 23:35:46 UTC

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