The fumes of a modern wasteland choke the air
I asked where the Devil had gone and a business man pointed over there
I walked with a heavy heart and a sack full of soul
In the land of the city every man is stuck in a hole
Digging their way out away from the sun
A machine of suit and tie slaves ruled by the hand with the gun
They say cash is king but Johnny died in 2003
Trying to set the people in mental shackles free
But they didn't run, no
They had nowhere to go
So faceless windows on nameless streets remain the same
As hippies play against the government without knowing the game
Children become lost in the eyes of a TV screen
Cause they live in a world where the media reigns supreme
Where freedom hates it's own definition
And the oldest trees are marked for expansive demolition
So I journeyed into the heart of the beast
Where the West is defined at the hands of the East
Where the Devil has no name
And every song sounds the same
There's no warning sign when you arrive
But you can be sure as hell you won't leave completely alive
You're only as corrupt as you let them make you
But you and I know that's not true
Cause when the Devil comes to visit he'll be asking for pills
But you'll turn him down cause you've got to pay the bills
A needle for each vein
A different pill for each pain
So come along on a journey with me
And I'll show you where the Devil might be...
