When you get in the bed of the devil
There ain't no way to get clean
You might try your best to hide it
But you've already been seen
When you get in the bed of the devil
There ain't no way to get clean
You'll say anything
So how can we believe in you?
When you're willing to say anything
Nobody can trust in you
You're a backwards paradox
Nothing you say is true
Who knew it'd be so easy
To kill us with the poison you spew
You say, you say what you mean
But you don't mean anything you say
You can get away with murder
That way
You try to take water from the well
But the well has gone dry
And i only hear you laughing
When somebody else cries
You invoke the will of god
But you better hope god's not real
You took the apple from the serpent
How does that make you feel?