Testo Devil's Work

The devil tries to lead you astray
But are you walking down the wrong way?
Go straight to hell
On the edge of what is known as the norm
You falter but never fall
Confident in the consequence of your ideols
The frozen hands are fixed upon the face of the clock
At twenty beats past the 4 And in the ether you're set a drift

Your teen confusion is just an illusion

Cast aside, locked away and forgot
A fate you cannot accept
Forced away from significate until the frozen hands
Upon the face of the clock hit twenty beats past the 4
And in the ether you're set a drift

Your teen confusion is just an illusion
Stuck in this way
Rise up new day

Fly once to where you belong Finding a way to your true home