The devil has ears but he can't hear
Except what you tell him from a heart of fear
And now you spit out words just to see
Where they splatter upon me
Die a little bit
Die a little bit every day
Through painful toil of absolution
Swimming up from uneasy dreams
On a continent adrift from its morals
You find yourself a desperate man
Jesus based in solidity
I'm balanced to conceive
When things are revealed to me
I move past perplexity
Locusts came early from the west
To test his resolve
Only difference between war and peace
Is where we place our bombs
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