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Text: Seether. Finding Beauty in Negative Spaces. Eyes of the Devil.

It irks me when I get burned
And I realize, I don't get hurt
And always, it seems I've lost my way

When I feel you, it's not enough
And I need you to shun my touch
I notice, the season's ripe for change

I'm weak
I'm weak

So with every new lesson learned
I could keep you before it turns
And the knowledge that things won't be the same

Now I realize, that you have won
And there's nothing to be said or done
And I notice, the wind won't blow my way

So run with the eyes of a devil
And keep them in your dreams
If you succumb to the lies of the rebel
You'll cleanse yourself of me

It kills me to watch this fade
And I realize, it's all charade
And every mistake I make's the same

I beseech you to let me drown
Will it please you to let me down?
And no one can save me from the pain

So run with the eyes of a devil
And keep them in your dreams
If you succumb to the lies of the rebel
You'll cleanse yourself of me

So run with the eyes of a devil
And keep them in your dreams
If you succumb to the lies of the rebel
You'll cleanse yourself of me

So run with the eyes of a devil
And keep them in your dreams
If you succumb to the lies of the rebel
You'll cleanse yourself of me

Jesus save me, Jesus save me
Jesus save me, Jesus save me
Jesus save me, Jesus save me from me