Lord, Devil, and Him - Joshua James

I guess that’s it, giving up, giving in

I seem to think I can always win

But I was wrong, replacingly

A dirty towel for a bed of sheets

I am here and it is now

No talk of futuristic keep your head on the ground

Self it seems so selfishly, accuse the killer

Because I have tried

But it seems I never learned to pry open the can

And here I stand with my broken fingers

And Lord open his eyes, help him see

Through that disguise that he cannot

See upon the human devil, the human devil

So it is now, and we are cold

To see you sick with half a soul

And words are cheap, now love it speaks

The volumes that we need to make our hearts grow weak

So come on back, and have some laughs

Remember that the good times they ain’t so bad

Cause I am dying to try and find a way we can leave this.

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