Anything
Speak of the devil
He's no friend of mine
To turn from him is what we have in mind
Verse 2
Just a liar and a thief
The word tells us so
We like to let him know
Where he can go
Chorus
To hell with the devil
To hell with the devil
Verse 3
When things are going wrong
You know who to blame
He will always live
Up to his name
Verse 4
He's never been the answer
There's a better way
We are here to rock you
And to say...
Repeat Chorus
Patchworks
Here I am in my chamber
In my room full of words
Always searching for patterns that will give life to a line
My poetry is frozen though it's beginning to melt
The solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts written down
Sentence after sentence in a language not mine
Loss of point no direction
A jigsaw where no pieces fit
I envy the writers and the ðîåts who know
the way to the places were poetry grow
There is no harvest if you never sow
So I beg. steal and borrow wherever I go
If words were like music this would be a book
But this is not even worth the time that it took
Not even a novel just a self-pity tale
written by someone that always will fail
So very fragile inside
That's why I hide in the empty phrases