• Sometimes I wonder why
    I'm always in the Devil's eye.
    Nothing's ever fair to me
    even when I got the key.
    My soul aces from within

    Like I'm sitting in the Devil's den,
    waiting on his judgment,
    not knowing how my soul will end.
    As days go by,
    I'm sitting still,

    up there on that lonely hill.
    Always got to watch my back,
    Never knowing when he'll attack.
    Dressed in black and standing tall,
    he'll have you up against the wall.

    If you take one look into his blood-red-eyes,
    he'll have a chill run through your thies.
    Not knowing what fiat has in store for me,
    all I can do is stay true.
    Even when I feel his hold getting tighter,

    I'll have to be the stronger fighter,
    to resist the pain he's caused.
    This is the Devil's hold.