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Got you concerned by some unconcious mistake A bit blacker magic for that soulselling sake Kinda caught you cold - a wicked twist on your fate Could call it crucifixion or subdue to create Got you fooled by a mass demand Bragging ´bout fortunes you´re about to land And your loudmouth got your conscious sore But it feels so good when you scream for more The devil stole the beat from the Lord It´s time to set things straight Bragging like a brat That you got away You´re goin´ down and you have to pay Got you counting numbers and talking in tounges Got your name in blood suck the air from your lungs And they have you playin´ such devious games Where no bets are even - the dealer´s always the same Now your illusions they don´t seem so grand What you call yours is just second hand Never question what they want from you Just get up and dance when they tell you to SongtexteIt´s hard to smile When you choke on your laughter But the Lord works in mysterious ways Without a hint or a clue The devil stole the beat from the Lord Do you got what it takes Keep braggin´ like a brat That you got away Thought you´d last ´til the end But you don´t have the means The devil stole the beat from the Lord And the melody sway You´re goin´ down and you have to pay Aus Songtexte Mania