• Hey Devil, what might be the way
    To a brighter and better day
    I went to everyone I know
    But they all had nilch to say

    Can I get out of my demise
    Maybe a gun, or a disguise
    To disappear from everyone
    To escape the horrid things and run

    I hate the feeling I have now
    The sweat that caresses my flexing brow
    With anger, sorrow, bitter hate
    To dematerialize, it's too late

    Now Devil, what might be the way
    To a brighter and better day
    You are the only one for me
    Everyone else to me is gray

    I'll give my soul for new life
    Do I shoot the gun, or use a knife
    I don't know who to go to now
    Except for you, you kill my strife

    I wonder what will happen then
    Do I separate myself from men?
    If I do this, It would be true
    ******** the gun, I'll use a pen

    Hey Devil, I will know the way
    To a brighter and better day
    I don't need you to make things right
    You would leave me to decay