She walks and talks with all she has
But little do they know
What scars it takes.
She smiles like forces spare the threats
And little do they know what is in her head.
If I could, I would run to you
But little did I knew back then
What kind of show you made
With all that sense of aid
Which is nothing more
Than just an act
The Devil could be kind
And hot to be as hell
But when he visits you
You're obeying to knell.
She walks and talks with all she has
But little do they know
What masks she fakes
Pretends like she was sent by some god
And little do they know it is all just a fraud.
If I could, I would run to you
But little did I knew back then
What kind of show you made
With all that sense of aid
Which is nothing more
Than just an act
The Devil could be kind
And hot to be as hell
But when he visits you
You're obeying to knell.
But little did I knew
That when the devil visits you
He might be kind and hot to be as hell ...