The Devil You Know - Lord Of The Lost

Spit venom at me my bleak enemy

The Devil you know

Consistently cold, no love to withhold

The Devil you know

Salt in my wounds, but I don’t resent

This cleansing contempt

As I fake a desperate bliss

That alchemy cannot fix

This shameless disdain keeps both of us sane

The Devil you know

An honest untruth we both fail to prove

The Devil you know

A future doomed as a malcontent

In loveless lament

So I wake to infinite lists

Of agonies that persist

Words insincere, gracelessly rehearsed

Keeping us here, this abyss deserved

Oh, the Devil’s closer than we admit

We turn a blind eye to make someone fit

Spit venom at me, a brief remedy

The Devil you know

This shameless disdain profoundly profane

The Devil you know

In threadbare rooms so little is left

That we represent

And we face a festering kiss

That apathy can’t dismiss

A poison we take to lessen the ache

The Devil you know

So freely enslaved from cradle to grave

The Devil you know

The Devil you know