The devil's face screams across the sky.
Gnashing teeth. You know what I mean?
Fluorescent paint fills up the streets.
Awake for weeks. Pour it on me.
The devil's face screams across the sky.
Gnashing teeth. You know what I mean?
Smile for me. Don't even try.
Living this life I often find
that the clouds have a voice,
It's yours telling me,
"Don't lie, don't lie."
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