Devilman - Nsolo

My hands are under the water

Wipe their wrongs

Free all our minds of the serpent

Clear our tongues

And there’s something in my reflection

That I choose to not believe in

But it’s coming out the perimeter

A charred, forsaken feeling

So young, but ruptures endlessly

Frozen in our tracks so carelessly

Notice something wrong

Leave it here, unafraid

Welcome you to come alone

Leave it to the old prayer

Oh, take me there

Waking up, not the same

Skim over the summary

Skipping what I became

The answer is in the colors of our sort

Free your mind to the serpent, here it comes

Listen to my reflection, is there someone to believe in?

Crowding out here for answers to our demons