God, she's the devil before me She wears the form of an angel She's the messiah of suffering She turned her back on the downside
Back Oh, God, she's trying to get me back Oh, God, she's trying to get me to, she's trying to get me back
Her presence here makes you obsolete How can you stare? Her presence here makes you obsolete How can you stare so blankly when you see \"Oh, God, she's trying to get me to back\"?
I've got two choices before me Her eyes are glaring and callous I wish it wasn't so simple To give it all to the moment
Her presence here makes you obsolete How can you stare so blankly when you see \"Oh, God, she's trying to get me back\"?