There s just a little demon lost in the debris, while the gambler s stacks grew bigger
Now you ve won a new vocation, damned across fated paths The, with gambler s glory delivered
He had lost his sights through narrowed eyes, a trophy no one could ignore
There s just a little demon lost in the debris, the devil smiled
And he came to fall to lose it all, it can t remain unknown, there s just a little demon lost in the debris
looked in his eyes
Holding aces in the devil s eyes, the hand he played would be his last, the devil said revel in your victory
so with cunning class he offered fast his soul
while the gambler s stacks grew bigger
Too tempted by his wry desires, damned across fated paths Dear, too tempted by his wry desires
Damned across fated paths, stammering on words in disbelief
what is wrong
where the hell do i fit in
So with cunning class he offered fast his soul, the devil smiled
So with cunning class he offered fast his soul, he had thirst for more a bigger score
The hand he played would be his last, the hand he played would be his last
the devil smiled
So with cunning class he offered fast his soul, pray to me that you can stand the heat Hands, there s just a little demon lost in the debris
Looked in his eyes, with gambler s glory delivered Hunter, now you ve won a new vocation
looked in his eyes