Trust the Devil
Self deprecation never felt so deserved
Well, I guess I'm up to date with the new trends
These last eight months have really been a blur
And I'm not sure when this fuzziness will end
You think the doctor's gonna help
You think the whole world's turned to hell
You think that every face you known has turned against you
You think that everyone should see
That there's still good inside of me
But you don't know how much of You we lost this week
You think that exercise and sleep and that eating properly
Could make it justified that your life should continue
I hope You take this graciously You've been an awful human being
And if it were up to me I wouldn't forgive You
So I'll talk to my therapist
About my zealous arrogance
But she said that I'm thinking way too hard (woah)
So I'll visit my psychiatrist
And he said he'll take care of it
But he said I could use a bodyguard (uh-oh)
You think that learning you can cook
Or reading a million books
Will fill the hole that always just seems to get bigger
You were a cancer, too aloof
And You wouldn't tell the truth
Now You will never get a chance to make them dinner
Your intentions aren't enough
It's all your actions not your fluff
And all your actions have been nothing less than evil
I wish this all could be reversed but its only getting worse
And I would rather trust a rat than trust the devil
Well, I guess I'm up to date with the new trends
These last eight months have really been a blur
And I'm not sure when this fuzziness will end
You think the doctor's gonna help
You think the whole world's turned to hell
You think that every face you known has turned against you
You think that everyone should see
That there's still good inside of me
But you don't know how much of You we lost this week
You think that exercise and sleep and that eating properly
Could make it justified that your life should continue
I hope You take this graciously You've been an awful human being
And if it were up to me I wouldn't forgive You
So I'll talk to my therapist
About my zealous arrogance
But she said that I'm thinking way too hard (woah)
So I'll visit my psychiatrist
And he said he'll take care of it
But he said I could use a bodyguard (uh-oh)
You think that learning you can cook
Or reading a million books
Will fill the hole that always just seems to get bigger
You were a cancer, too aloof
And You wouldn't tell the truth
Now You will never get a chance to make them dinner
Your intentions aren't enough
It's all your actions not your fluff
And all your actions have been nothing less than evil
I wish this all could be reversed but its only getting worse
And I would rather trust a rat than trust the devil
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