The Mark Of The Devil

The mark of the devil is upon you

Your look is no happier than mine

Damnation is waiting in the mirror

But you shouldn't mind

Their legs start a feeling in your stomach

Their eyes knock you backwards with a glance

Your pride sinks unnoticed in the river

Given half a chance

And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty

And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old

But you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling

But you fidget and your heart is growing cold

Smiles left unfollowed start to haunt you

Chances that perished long ago

The devil is waiting in the bathroom

With your worthless soul

The years pull their weight down on your cheekbones

The nights out are hanging from your waist

The years float like dust held in the sunlight

With an aftertaste

And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty

And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old

But you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling

But you fidget and your heart is growing cold

La la lala lala la la...

And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty

And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old

And you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling

But you fidget and your heart is growing cold

And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty

And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old

And you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling

But you fidget and your heart is growing cold

La la lala...

Oh...