Artista: Chevelle
  Canción: An Evening With El Diablo

High.. upon your 
You display 
Good traits though few 
We found 
During the long winter 
This disease 
Keeps holding me down 

Try to run 
When you're asleep 
To imagine 
This away 
He said come 
For your own high hell 
And know this 
You seem to be 
To scared to run 

To scared.. to run 

Wish I had your faults 
Nothing seems to phase you 
Lies are much more than trust in me 

I was hung 
Up on you 
'Til the shadows 
Begin to crawl 
Some say 
You can never know 
Just how far down 
This beast has come 
To scared to run 

To scared.. to run 
So scared.. to run 

Wish I had your faults 
Nothing seems to phase you 
Lies are much more than trust in me 

Wish I had your faults 
Wish I had your faults