Devil's in me Speaking softly I did nothing wrong so now I let it haunt me I've got time with spare lungs that still lack air Living proof of no tomorrow Sees her reflection in a beetle's shell as famine follows Cracking the glass on the dying grate A small piece of paper says I forgot today I've got time with spare lungs that still lack air You could never tell me with a rose between your teeth What it is that I deserve or what good works were make-believe Get chewed out, sitting down, thinking aloud Tuning out, shaking hands, here you are