Lyrics / Tonight is the devil's

One mistake. Now I own it.
Try like hell but I can’t give it back.
Got blisters from the shovel.
Salvation must be deeper than that.
Underneath, her body’s waiting.
Is resurrection only for bones?
Pray to Jesus grant me the power
I’ll make it right.
I’ll make it right!

But, tonight is the devil’s
dancing with a pen,
eying all the levels he can stick the point in.
Making like Houdini
behind that rolling stone.
Calling on the prophets to drive the point home
sweet home.

Bread and wine is on the table
beneath a well crafted crucifix.
Still, she wont stop decomposing.
Her skin is falling away from the stitches.
Give me lightning. The secret potion.
A time machine I can shift in reverse.
Anything to achieve my forgiveness.
I’ll make it right.
I’ll make it right!

Fire is the promise
keeping with the faith:
lyrics for the choir to sing at my grave.
You can drink the holy water, and piss on my bones.
May the puddle trickle down and cool me in my home
sweet home.

The way of the flesh is all that I could see.
I want more than her spirit around to hold me.
Maybe if I tried,
I could have been a holy man,
but I was too wrapped up
too wrapped up
in being damned.

She’s at the table. She’s feeding maggots:
scorched-earth mother, goddess of flies.
I engage her in conversation.
She’s right to blame me for the way that she died.
She’s got to know how hard I’m trying,
but the damage, it won’t be undone.
Faith, science, alchemist magic
won’t make it right
won’t make it right.

Tonight is the devil’s,
singing all the hymns,
looking for a hook to snag us all in.
There’s one for our weakness: the fear to be alone.
It’s a tune that I whistle on that well paved road
to home.

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