No sense in his violence
No sense in his ways
As a prophecy of the damned
It's the devil who won't find shade
No sense in his violence
No sense in his eyes
Wants the world to worship him
So his sins thus satisfied
The devil that is
The devil that ain't
The devil doesn't care
Crush his head like a saint
How holy we are
How holy we be
The wicked have plans
Yet surely cannot see
No sense in his violence
No sense in his ways
As a prophecy of the damned
It's the devil who won't find shade
No sense in his violence
No sense in his eyes
Wants the world to worship him
So his sins thus satisfied
The devil that is
The devil that ain't
The devil doesn't care
Crush his head like a saint
How holy we are
How holy we be
The wicked have plans
Yet surely cannot see
Aaron Fisher - Only the Holy Lyrics
Aaron Fisher - Only the Holy Lyrics
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No sense in his violence
No sense in his ways
As a prophecy of the damned
It's the devil who won't find shade
No sense in his violence
No sense in his eyes
Wants the world to worship him
So his sins thus satisfied
The devil that is
The devil that ain't
The devil doesn't care
Crush his head like a saint
How holy we are
How holy we be
The wicked have plans
Yet surely cannot see
No sense in his violence
No sense in his ways
As a prophecy of the damned
It's the devil who won't find shade
No sense in his violence
No sense in his eyes
Wants the world to worship him
So his sins thus satisfied
The devil that is
The devil that ain't
The devil doesn't care
Crush his head like a saint
How holy we are
How holy we be
The wicked have plans
Yet surely cannot see
No sense in his ways
As a prophecy of the damned
It's the devil who won't find shade
No sense in his violence
No sense in his eyes
Wants the world to worship him
So his sins thus satisfied
The devil that is
The devil that ain't
The devil doesn't care
Crush his head like a saint
How holy we are
How holy we be
The wicked have plans
Yet surely cannot see
No sense in his violence
No sense in his ways
As a prophecy of the damned
It's the devil who won't find shade
No sense in his violence
No sense in his eyes
Wants the world to worship him
So his sins thus satisfied
The devil that is
The devil that ain't
The devil doesn't care
Crush his head like a saint
How holy we are
How holy we be
The wicked have plans
Yet surely cannot see
Writer: Aaron Fisher
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