Verse:
My minds wind wanders like a tree stuck in a seed
pondering over self indulgent complexity
like an eight legged centipede
with the legs of a schizophrene directing me aimlessly

And I see the complexity as my soul stares back
unravelling my irrelevant knowing and its fragility
birds are set free fly high chirping
only to be shot down by those silently lurking

afraid of the truth...
I wipe their shit from the soul of my boot
and wrap my lips around the ripest of the devils fruits,

I am the living and the dying, I am the breathing
therefore I must be the lying, I am the loving and the crying,
I am the solitary self indulgent momentary
whole world monastery and I can hear them

Chorus:
mocking me... from above
but I hear their evil and I speak it fluently
face to face I make friends with the devil
for he ain't some rebel he's a man with no cause

so I applause him in all of his flaws
holy signs mark the neighbourhood doors
but what side do we stand on
and what side does he stand for

face to face I make friends with the devil
for he ain't some rebel he's a man with no cause
so I applause him in all of his flaws
holy signs mark the neighbourhood doors

but what side does he stand on...
and what side do we stand for...

Verse:
Self righteous lunatics scatter the streets
as we all wait while we watch the world run on repeat
the white hooded farmers take your freedom and reap
take your seat as they break bread but keep all the meat

I heard I shouldn't sleep 'cause it's the cousin of death
so I found their whole family and put em to rest
then sat at their dinner table and invited some guests
and had a long deep discussion over who knows best

If this is just the prequel what's coming could be lethal to the
people praying to the steeple patiently pretending we're equal
I cut my carcass open so that you can see through my soul
totally truthful, out of control

forget forever youthful I grow older with the useful we are
equally all feeble time is never frozen we are not golden
...we're just waiting in the queue
stop acting like the chosen few 'cause I can hear you

Chorus:
mocking me... from above
but I hear your evil and I speak it fluently
face to face I make friends with the devil
for he ain't some rebel he's a man with no cause

so I applause him in all of his flaws
holy signs mark the neighbourhood doors
but what side do we stand on
and what side does he stand for

face to face I make friends with the devil
for he ain't some rebel he's a man with no cause
so I applause him in all of his flaws
holy signs mark the neighbourhood doors

but what side does he stand on
and what side do we stand for
he holds me tight and he locks the door
as men in suites fight for the crown he wore.