Speak Of The Devil

Tryna find a way, getting better every day And I got you, now I'm not alone All I need in this life is one One thing to believe in I've seen many a face from young and to old I've stolen their faith and I have broken their souls Was here before Christ had forgave you your sins And paid your price, and sealed your fate within Days have come to an end Today's the day that we meet again The self-inflicted inebriation guilt never lies alone I've been waiting for the chance to reunite this sick romance Poison never hurt so good So nice of you to speak of me, your closest friend and enemy And holy savior of masochists Well, it's the dead-end slave, from the altar to the grave It's the last days of our lives in faith, amen Time, it's been so long and now there's nothing to say I'm trying so hard to find the words to say I'm tired of being, now I'm something I'm not I can't believe, and I never thought Days would come to an end Well, maybe someday we'll meet again If ever that day never comes it would be too soon, my love I've been waiting for the chance to nullify this sick romance Pull the chord to detonate So sick of you don't speak of me, the reverend saint of misery And holy savior of masochists Well, it's the dead-end slave, from the altar to the grave It's the last days of our life Well, it's the dead-end slave, from the altar to the grave It's the last days of our lives in faith, amen Tryna find a way, getting better every day And I got you now, I'm not alone All I need in this life is one One thing to believe in Tryna find a way, getting better every day And I got you now, I'm not alone All I need in this life is one One thing to believe in