Think me not a gentle soul
For I am the Devil, god of gold
I reside in hell and in your lungs
As you breathe me, be me, one by one
Think me not an honest face
For I am the Devil, king of the chase
I know your every secret fear
For I am the one who put them there
Think me not your holy saint
For I am the Devil, the dripping paint
I'm that evil look on your mother's face
Once you've found out that she's been replaced
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