What's my position?
Come deal me the cards and please don't laugh
If I get the suicide king.
It's already hard enough to play with you
And don't change the rules,
Just 'cause it's your game doesn't make you chief inspector.

I still get along with your sisters
And that kills you, I hope.
The devil's already got your soul,
Beautiful.
And I'm sure I know how he feels,
'Cause I'm smiling,
And you're burning
And I smile,
As you burn.

And I'm not asking for your life.
You've already taken mine
And it tasted unleaded,
But I know it was diesel.
There, I said it.
But I know you don't see so well.

How can I celebrate this heart
When it's only killing me?
I want to put my brains across this wall
Because I don't want to think about the photograph of you
That used to hang there.
Now it's bare
And needs a dash of color.

And it's snowing black ashes
And they are resting gently on my nose and eyelashes.
Would I be more fulfilled by your memory burning
If my head wasn't turning
With thoughts of the battle of my own soul?
The devil just licked my face.
Oh, God, do I taste that good?