He sits beside, with false set grin. The devil waits, with us, within.
His numbered face a false facade.
His inner soul he can not hide.
I see him now as I've seen before,
he is the same, he is no more.
Did he think to fool us once again?
When memories began to mend?
He starts again, he does not bend.
The devil wait for us, again.
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