I don’t believe in good and in bad
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.