Speak of the Devil


Marked like Kane,
Unable to die,
Able to be innocent
Speak of the devil,
It's I

I, the one lives to die
I, the one who kills for life
I, the one who remains in these chains
Like saline and thiopental are the pinnacle of my potential,
Destined to life for now but die tonight

Marked like Kane,
Unable
To be the satan's advocate,
Never learned the speak of the devil

So I'm constantly disconnected, rejected, and ejected
From the seat of your majesty
Wait for the masses to see,
Like Catholics with the devil in their heart
But ashes on their forehead,
I think I rise, but I burn like the sun

What is death,
What is life
We never speak of the devil
While hell is still very alive

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