The nice guy that you think is me
Is nothing more than a puppet regime
My best intentions make believe
My deep cover deceit
Well I know
The Devil's got me
Yes, I know
The Devil's got me
The dark corners of my soul
Are creeping out to take the floor
From behind the scenes to your front door
They will no longer be ignored
Well I know
The Devil's got me
Yes, I know
The Devil's got me
Penciled in on his list
And he's just waiting for me
Yeah, he's just waiting for me
Sometimes I think I can feel
The touch of God in my soul
In those moments right before
I choose to lose control
Well, I know
The Devil's got me
Yes, I know
The Devil's got me
Penciled in on his list
And he's just waiting for me
To buy the ink for his pen
Yeah he's just waiting for me
To buy the ink for his pen