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The lie disguised as tradition,
Used as a prison, as a condemnation.
They have angel hands, but their souls are lost,
And deep in their chests, lies are sneaking in.
I've seen their games, their masks falling off,
They sway in the shadows, but they have nowhere to go.
They lie with words that look like gold,
But they're plagues in disguise
The devil is a man, with an angelic face,
A saint's tongue, a hellish heart,
The devil is a man, dressed in reason,
With lies stuck in his chest and in his hand.
Steps in a sentence, a well-rehearsed lie,
Oppression disguised as sacred justice.
The devil sells false happiness
The demand is great and many buy it
I've seen their games, their masks falling off,
They sway in the shadows, but they have nowhere to go.
They lie with words that look like gold,
But they're plagues in disguise
The devil is a man, with an angelic face,
A saint's tongue, a hellish heart,
The devil is a man, dressed in reason,
With lies stuck in his chest and in his hand.
