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Devil's Advocate Video (MV)




Performed By: Elusive
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Kamohelo Tshabalala




Elusive - Devil's Advocate Lyrics




You ever had a moment where everything seems to stop
And you bang your head on the wall cause the f*cking clock wouldn't tick
My metamorphosis late and I need to fly to escape
Cause heaven fell from the sky and it crashed and burned to the ground
Over selfish needs and desires
Close to Lucifer's fire
State of mind is distorted it kept me close to the wire
It kept me close to the summit
A point of clarity or a difference to what they taught you
An A plus theist recited every verse
With eight more fears that he never thought was a curse
I guess God thought of it first
A cynical disillusion the catalyst to assuming
Collusions of retribution rebuking your word of truth
In the hopes that I find my own
In the hopes that I find a home
Where the scars are the painted pictures
Our vices are how we learn
The advice that we take is earned and the love that we give is real
Shit
Filled with emotion instead of the artificial
The art of the pistol has painted the canvasses of youth
Pardon the issue if you've been stuck in a Sunday loop
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You ever had a moment where everything seems to stop
And you bang your head on the wall cause the f*cking clock wouldn't tick
My metamorphosis late and I need to fly to escape
Cause heaven fell from the sky and it crashed and burned to the ground
Over selfish needs and desires
Close to Lucifer's fire
State of mind is distorted it kept me close to the wire
It kept me close to the summit
A point of clarity or a difference to what they taught you
An A plus theist recited every verse
With eight more fears that he never thought was a curse
I guess God thought of it first
A cynical disillusion the catalyst to assuming
Collusions of retribution rebuking your word of truth
In the hopes that I find my own
In the hopes that I find a home
Where the scars are the painted pictures
Our vices are how we learn
The advice that we take is earned and the love that we give is real
Shit
Filled with emotion instead of the artificial
The art of the pistol has painted the canvasses of youth
Pardon the issue if you've been stuck in a Sunday loop
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Kamohelo Tshabalala
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