| The stranger it seems, the clearer it gets in my eyes
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| It’s like all that is wicked, is natural with my sight
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| As damned as I may seem to you, the feeling gets me high
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| Cause I do feel I’m blessed, with the demoneye
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| With eyes of a damned, and sense of the insane
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| The stark raving mad, run without shame
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| The stranger it seems, the stronger I get in my mind
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| You’ll all be subhuman, inferior to my shame
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| The demon am I, and demon my eyes
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| I am the power, watch me arise
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| Sacred sights of fire
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| Blinds my human eyes
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| Truth as spooked by liars
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| Leaves me drained and dry
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| Demoneye, bless my sight
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| Let me live without the light
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| The demon is not a part of me
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| I, am part of the demon
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| N' the clearer it gets, the quicker it darkens the skys
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| And I’ll become king, of all that you despise
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| Demoneye, demon |