Lord Of The Lost - The Devil You Know

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