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The Devil's Deadvocate
The devil's in my house
I can feel the spirit near me.
Trying to sneak up
And catch me off gaurd.
The devil is in my house
And i can sense his evil eye.
Like Poe's "Tell Tale Heart",
I wonder when I'll die.
Extra perception thats hidden in a drunken fool
Waiting for me to waste away another afternoon.
I've seen the glory and much of what God can bring.
Now its my sunday afternoon that makes me laugh and sing.
Snakes, try to tempt me, with petty physical desires.
Thinking I have a weak will, and I'll get pulled into his blackhole fires.
Satan doesn't know me, or the things that I can accomplish
So I'll attest to the fact that he doenst know what i can demolish.
Satan in your basement, do to me your worst
Because with God on my side, we'll condemn you until your rebirth.
