Speak Of The Devil - Sum 41

Trying to find a way

Getting better every day

And I got you now I’m not alone

All i need in this life is one,

One thing to believe in

I’ve seen many a face

From young and too old

I’ve stolen their faith and I have broken their souls

Was here before Christ had forgave you your sins

And paid your price and sealed your fate within

Days have come to an end

Today’s the day that we meet again

The self inflicted inebriation guilt never lies

I’ve been waiting for the chance to reunite this sick romance

Poison never hurt so good

So nice of you to speak of me Your closest friend and enemy

An only savior of masochists

Well its the dead end slave

From the alter to the grave

It’s the last days of our life

The faith of men

Time, its been so long

And now there’s nothing to say

I’m trying so hard to find the words to say

I’m tired of being, now I’m something I’m not

I can’t believe and I never thought

Days would come to an end

Well maybe someday we’ll meet again

If ever that day never comes

It would be too soon

My love

I’ve been waiting for the chance to nullify this sick romance

Pull the cord to detonate

So sick of you don’t speak of me No represent of misery

An only savior of masochists

Well its the dead end slave

From the alter to the grave

It’s the last days of our life

Well its the dead end slave

From the alter to the gray

It’s the last days of our life

The faith of men

Now I’ve found a way

Getting better every day

And I got you now I’m not alone

All I need in this life is one

One thing to believe in Trying to find a way

Getting better every day

And I got you now I’m not alone

All I need in this life is one

One thing to believe in