I guess that’s it, giving up, giving innI seem to think I can always win.nBut I was wrong, replacinglynA dirty towel for a bed of sheets.nI am here and it is now,nNo talk of futuristic keep your head on the groundnSelf it seems so selfishly, accuse the killer.nnBecause I have triednBut it seems I never learned to pry open the cannAnd here I stand with broken fingers.nLord open his eyes, help him seenThrough that disguise that he cannotnSee upon the human devil& the human devil.nnSo it is now, and we are coldnTo see you sick with half a soulnWords are cheap and love it speaksnThe volumes that we need to make our hearts grow weaknSo come on back, and have some laughsnRemember that the good times they ain t so bad.nCuz I am dying to try and find a way we can leave this..nAll behind.nnBecause I have triednBut it seems I never learned to pry open the cannAnd here I stand with broken fingers.nLord open his eyes, help him seenThrough that disguise that he cannotnSee upon the human devil& the human devil.