Where The Devil Plays
Walk like I walk
To where the dead still talk
But watch for the reaper
For your soul he'll stalk
Headstones crumble
As the light now fades
So I walk in the dark
Where the devil plays
Every single day
It seems to temp my soul
As the memories return
From the days of old
Calmly complacent
In this state of mind
But the screams still echo
And peace I don’t find
Scars reopen
I think they're bleeding again
But I’m here at home
And the war is in my head...
By: Kevin Bakker
To where the dead still talk
But watch for the reaper
For your soul he'll stalk
Headstones crumble
As the light now fades
So I walk in the dark
Where the devil plays
Every single day
It seems to temp my soul
As the memories return
From the days of old
Calmly complacent
In this state of mind
But the screams still echo
And peace I don’t find
Scars reopen
I think they're bleeding again
But I’m here at home
And the war is in my head...
By: Kevin Bakker
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