Not The Devil Who Pays

It seems as though I'm down.
I'm hurting from this vicious town.
Why does everything have to be this way?
I'm hurting from everything they say.
No one understands how I feel.
They just tell me, "Do it or deal."
I'm able to hide this inside.
The desperate calls which they reside.
I'm slipping to the 'old ways'.
Where its not the devil who pays.
Seems that familiar friend.
Will win out in the end.
Thy Shank which I depend.
Waiting for me in my head.
The item which has never said.
Not a word of judgment that could be read.
I'm slipping to the 'old ways'.
Where its not the devil who pays.