The Devil is a sneaky one,
isn't he, isn't he?

Running with a loaded gun
straight at me, straight at me

words are flying,
thoughts are crying
false fears and tears
hope is dying

and when I wake
gotta shake
heartache headache
what's it gonna take?

See these eyes -- this child
can't be bought or sold anymore
See these night-terrors
as they crumble to the stained floor
See your chances
run down the walls
a different spirit calls
me out.

So now truth speaks
calls me here, outside of fear
a lovers kiss between
righteousness and peace
that brings me here
outside of fear

and no one can take
this healing of heartache
away, but you
but you ... '

and I'll give up
this cup of mistrust
spilling down -- it overflowed somehow
but I'll give up
the fight and the lust
as it gathers dust
grows cold, and decays...
soon we'll all end up this way ...
and so I pray ...

See these eyes -- this child
can't be bought or sold anymore
See these night-terrors
as they crumble to the stained floor
See your chances
run down the walls
a different spirit calls
me out.