I don’t believe in good and in bad.
Wearing a happy face mask and then wearing sad.
I look disappointed
But devil is glad.
That devil’s inside me
And it’s not a fad.
He want to control me
He made masquerade.
“You need it, believe me”
That’s what he just said.
I’m running away, but he’s in my head
And night after night he’s under my bed.