We all start in a sloppy mess
Pulled from the warmth and then the breast
Climb up a ladder that doesn’t exist and we end up in ignorant piles
Who will guide our way?
Who will guide our way?
It’s the Devil himself.
Pulled from the warmth and then the breast
Climb up a ladder that doesn’t exist and we end up in ignorant piles
Who will guide our way?
Who will guide our way?
It’s the Devil himself.
I’m not myself today, I’m gonna waste it all away
And all I ask of you is that you kill me too
Empty holes bring empty hearts too
I grew a head and I made a mess
Pulled from the warmth and then the breast
I had a love that didn’t exist and I can’t wait to do it again
Who will guide my way?
Who will guide my way?
It’s the Devil himself.
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