I am not the demon
Sleeps in your room
The ink, the pen you write with
Found inside the tomb
I am not the answer
When you've mislaid the key
Forged attempts at writing
That you've revealed to me
I am not the conscience
You refuse to yield then
Every time the door slams
That it could be your last chance
I am not the bullet
I am not the cheat when
This is not your wasteland