got you concerned by some unconcious mistake a bit blacker magic for that soulselling sake kinda caught you cold - a wicked twist on your fate could call it crucifixion or subdue to create
got you fooled by a mass demand bragging ´bout fortunes you´re about to land and your loudmouth got your conciense sore but it feels so good when you scream for more
the devil stole the beat from the lord it´s time to get things straight bragging like a brat that you got away you´re goin´ down and you have to pay
got you counting numbers and talking in tounges got your name in blood suck their air from your lungs and they have you palyin´ such devious games where no bets are even - the dealers always the same
now your illusions don´t seem so grand what you call yours is just second hand newer question what they want from you just get up and dance when they tell you to
it´s hard to smile when you choke on your laughter but lord works in mysterious ways without a hint or a clue
the devil stole..... do you got what it it takes keep braggin´ like a brat thst you got away thought you´d last ´til the end but you don´t have the means
the devil..... and the melody sway - you´re goin´ down and you have to pay
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