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I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
He moves where the light won’t go.
A whisper crawling up my spine,
Breathing secrets only shadows know.

He’s watching through my eyes,
He tastes you when I speak.
Every word a sacrament,
Every breath a need.

I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he’s reaching out for you.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he knows what your body will do.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
Every sin feels pure tonight.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he burns when you hold me tight.

You put your hands round my throat (You put your hands round my throat)
Your breath feels like a holy flame.
You whisper my unholy name —
Now we’re both to blame.

You pull the cord, I come undone,
Wrapped in smoke and skin.
Every mark you leave behind
Lets the darkness in.

I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he’s reaching out for you.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he’s breaking me right through.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
Every chain feels soft tonight.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he moans when you hold me tight.

Kneel in the flicker — I can’t breathe.
Pain and rapture, same belief.
Your hands are the altar, I confess —
To love the wound, to crave the test.

I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he’s clawing his way to you.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he knows the things you do.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And the dark feels holy tonight.
I've got the devil in me (I've got the devil in me)
And he’s coming through your light.

Devil In Me

Canciones escritas en los 1970 con  riffs y coros, grabados en demos de cassette casero, que ahora con una banda virtual nacen a la vida.

PENA

“The Wrong Enemy” is a song about the painful realization that the battles we fight on the outside often come from wounds on the inside.
It explores how easily we misinterpret tones, gestures, or words — not because others meant harm, but because something unresolved within us reacts first.

The narrator reflects on years of blaming the world around him: other people, their voices, their intentions.
But every time the noise faded, the same familiar ache returned — proof that the real source was internal.

The song reveals a powerful shift:
the enemy wasn’t the other person.
It was the leftover echo of old beliefs, early defenses, and emotional patterns built long before adulthood.
Patterns designed to protect —
but now standing in the way.

The chorus opens wide with emotional clarity, admitting that the true conflict isn’t between him and the outside world, but between him and his own inherited reflexes.

The bridge speaks quietly but sharply:
he has slammed doors where no walls existed, fought battles that never belonged to him, reacted to ghosts from the past rather than to the present moment.

By the final chorus, the insight becomes resolve:
the pattern can be broken,
the fight can be faced consciously,
and the blame no longer needs to be placed outward.

“The Wrong Enemy” is a moment of honesty —
a song about turning inward, owning the truth, and releasing the weight of misdirected battles.

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