Sans Logique :- Without Logic

If God made us in His own image,
If it was his will,
He should have been insulted
By the Devil inside
Who interferes and takes a share
Of the immaculate innocence
Of the good child of my soul.
I would like to undersatnd.

I'm not responsible for this paradox.
Put up with another girl slipping into me.
For I leave myself without logic.
Satanic as well as Angelic.
Each time we are allowed to digress with our chatter.

I believe I have inherited
A murderous silence
You find me pale
You stare at me with tender eyes
I might well by mistake
Cut through with scissors.

[Repeat Chorus]

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