Old debts

How do I feel so empty inside
How does my mind bleed such a lie
How do I feel nothing to feel
How did I make such a bad deal

The devil holds me and sings me to sleep
How did I ever get this deep
My lines untie I stand with the sheep
When will these lives have some peace?

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