ive roamed through vast wastelands
trying to get "home"
in deserts so hot, a mirage is a constant
temptation tortures your every sight
you better have heart, and a lot of it
if you plan to walk through these parts
the devil tempts the minds that are weak
the hearts that are empty
the ones with a price
most do
men turn to the devil more than we like to admit
i have a heart, maybe too big
demons plagued my mind growing up
making me hopeless, weak and empty inside
as i roamed those wastelands
i would not have blamed myself, if i had given in
i would not have blamed myself, if i gave up
against all odds
i remain i
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