With the devil Below

Why do we sit and think we can hide.
Why do we hide, the devil we confide
God whispers, we ignore, "he lied"
but still, it's the devil to confide.

So why do we follow a miserable dream
we fix it build it, a miserable future
watch it fall, tearing, seam by seam

It's our future we hide and run
run and hide
all the same, he calls, we run
stare at the past, look away from the sun.

So how long can we really pursue a future of the past

How long can we really pursue a future, it wont last

Die to confide, call him savior
With him at your side,no lies
he can save you.

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