Devil in My Dna

When is common sense too much to ask?

And then when did consequences get left in the past

Is it just bad habits or a typical script

Is it all big plans then a swing and a miss

Can say my influence becomes my design

Or is science and cigarettes my compromise

I don't know but I'm blaming everyone else


Just as long as I never put the blame on myself



Cause i know, I've waisted way too many times



Living way to make lies



How can this be my fault, I'm always right




There's a devil in my DNA




Programmed parts from all the start




Or is there no one left to blame?




For my tangled upgears and my turnstile jobs




Fact is I'm just a living sum of all my parts

When do instructions come with a catch?

And when is self-destruction just proven as a fact?

Is it blins faith or the fa