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you signed the contract
said it was heaven sent
i just laughed
the root of all evil grew from gods seed, i guess

you shopped the center
covered the spectrum
i just glanced
and looked ahead eying through your storm the..aftermath

you looked at me funny
"what you looking at?"
i didn't need to ask
i didn't even answer

memory is fickle
and dollar signs, sickles
you cleared path
the root of all evil grew from gods seed, i guess

the root of all evil grew from gods seed, and darkness
i was clear with my words and that shed light on it
so you bowed to the sun over your fruits
a gold cross now represented your works

..your work...

i passed you by today
tore the poster child
you glanced then stared
and falling behind your stormfront..aftermath

you looked at me funny
"what you looking at?"
i didn't need to ask
i didn't even answer

we both know you're the one who signed the six or five figure contract with the devil