Like A Devil -

Where is the voice

That would lead me here to fall

Why is the dirt always something that I want

Look over my shoulder

Like a devil speaking for me

Why is good always so boring

There’s no moral in our story

We must be out of our minds

We must be out of our minds

Don’t you see the cold hand

Reaching in to grab

But the felling is warm

Stare, you’re seeing me

Can’t you see me

Turning on

(coming in, coming in)

All I need’s a thought

And I’m there

Stealing in to guide

While you’re taking the fall

Then, I’ll leave you there

Can’t you see me

Guiding on

Where is the voice

That would lead me here to fall

Why is the dirt always something that I want

Look over my shoulder

Like a devil speaking for me

Why is good always so boring

There’s no moral in our story

We must be out of our minds

We must be out of our minds

Hey man, I just don’t understand

We’ll medicate our lives with something true

Hey man, I just don’t understand

We’ll medicate our lives with something true

All I need’s a thought

And I’m there

Stealing in to guide

While you’re taking the fall

Then, I’ll leave you there

Can’t you see me

Guiding on, guiding on

Where is the voice

That would lead me here to fall

Why is the dirt always something that I want

Look over my shoulder

Like a devil speaking for me

Why is good always so boring

There’s no moral in our story

We must be out of our minds

We must be out of our minds