It's funny just how life goes
How the waters of its rivers flows
I thought that my opinions would never change
That they would not alter in anything
That was until I met a certain person
Short, stacky and thinking he was the cleverest of them all
I guess that was the day that
I had sympathy, sympathy for the Devil, Devil
Sympathy, sympathy for the Devil, Devil
I am not a Satanist
Not at all
I am evil in way but not that evil
I can't believe that Satan has to deal with scum like that
I now have sympathy, sympathy for the Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil
Every single hour of every single day
The hate grew to loath
That little worm grew and grew in his arrogance
I swear that there was something not right with his mind
His childish tricks were aimed at anyone he thought weak
I guess his life has turned too bleak
But every single hour of every single day
I had sympathy, sympathy, sympathy for the Devil, Devil, Devil
Sympathy, sympathy, sympathy for the Devil, Devil, Devil
I am not a Satanist
Not at all
I am evil in my own way but not that evil
I can't believe that Satan has to deal with scum like that
I now have sympathy, sympathy, sympathy for the Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil
I never dare to speak out loud about this
For it would bring shame upon my head
But my hate for him has hardened to lead
One day it will just spill out
Spill out into the light
I fight the urge to do so with all my might
But I can't deny
I had sympathy, sympathy, sympathy for the Devil, Devil, Devil
Sympathy, sympathy, sympathy for the Devil, Devil, Devil
I am not a Satanist
Not at all
I am evil in my own way but not that evil
I can't believe that Satan has to deal with scum like that
I now have sympathy, sympathy, sympathy for the Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil
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Gothic Rose (Complete album)
PoetryGothic Rose is a series of songs that I have written. I am not a singer or a musician myself, but I do love making up songs.