Jersey Devil

Had you been dead
You'd still be in my heart
If I could find the words I'd still be silent
My teeth keeping words in a cage
Crawl in my head
Hear the words I never said
Be careful of voices that sway us
They always betray us
The sound of my voice is a funeral song
There's blood on our hands and there's knives in our backs and a room full of blank stares as if no one cares
I cursed you to hell and then hell came for us
Hell came for us
Another let down the devil ain't underground, he ain't underground
Had you been dead
Still be in my heart
The sound of my voice is a funeral song



Credits
Writer(s): Those Greasy Bastards
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