Demons - Guster

My words confuse you.
My eyes don't move a blink.
Cause it's easier sometimes not to be sincere,
somehow I make you believe.
Believe.
When I speak I cross my fingers.
Will you know when you've been deceived?
I Find a need to be the demon,
a demon cannot be hurt.
Honest is easy,
fiction is where genius lies.
Cause it's easier sometimes not to be involved,
somehow I make you believe.
Believe.