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 ґbout fortunes youґre about to land
And your loudmouth got your conscious sore
But it feels so good when you scream for more
The devil stole the beat from the Lord
Itґs time to set things straight
Bragging like a brat
That you got away
Youґre goinґ down and you have to pay
Got you counting numbers and talking in tounges
Got your name in blood suck the air from your lungs
And they have you playinґ such devious games
Where no bets are even - the dealerґs always the same
Now your illusions they donґt seem so grand
What you call yours is just second hand
Never question what they want from you
Just get up and dance when they tell you to
Itґs hard to smile
When you choke on your laughter
But the Lord works in mysterious ways
Without a hint or a clue
The devil stole the beat from the Lord
Do you got what it takes
Keep bragginґ like a brat
That you got away
Thought youґd last ґtil the end
But you donґt have the means
The devil stole the beat from the Lord
And the melody sway
Youґre goinґ down and you have to pay
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