These devils cross me in my eyes but I don't dot my T's
I've cried enough tears that I can part the seven seas
Feel in a breeze in the air, it's an optical illusion
Blinded by the light despite that's its translucent
People claim to be saved 'til they lose a sense of pride
Hanging on by a thread, the same way my grandma died
I tried and prayed it's malignant (Wait a minute)
If god loves ugly, we're likely made in his image
We start wars and rape women, amen and rejoice
Then hide behind freewill, still say it's a choice
There's a voice of an angel, a sheep in wolves clothing
Why's god in the sky? We're in the ground decomposing
Most of my life, I've learned to question my existence
So what's the difference when it's organized religion?
We're made in god's image until we disobey
Everything's okay. Long as you pay...and pray
Speak of The Devil...god's name in vein
Speak of The Devil...father we proclaim
Speak of The Devil...lord! Spirit! Son!
Speak of The Devil...thy will be done
These devils cross my heart on the path I search
I can't see what isn't there and take you at your word
For what it's worth, we're dying since our birth
Casting such a thin shadow on the edge of the earth
A moment suspended in time, alter egos, altar minds
We're blind to the fact that water can't turn into wine
Keep thoughts and beliefs, don't speak until spoken
Either die closed minded or see your casket opened
I'm open to the idea that higher powers exist
But I follow my dreams instead of being religious
So what's the difference if only god can judge me?
I look up to myself ain't no one higher above me
These devils are inconspicuous delinquents and bigots
Bullies on pulpits, self-serving interests hidden as Christians
You can't hear his message when forced to listen
Don't ask enough questions just ask for forgiveness (so we...)
Speak of The Devil...god's name in vein
Speak of The Devil...father we proclaim
Speak of The Devil...lord! Spirit! Son!
Speak of The Devil...thy will be done