Devils Workshop

 

 

 

 

 

Here I am wicked and worn at the knees by the ways of this living

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Well Isaiah fifty seven says theres no peace for the wicked 

 

Tired and tempted my idle mind waits for its wishes 

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I know I’m going no where when my thoughts repetitious

 

Gotta keep busy or the demons get vicious

 

Gotta stay alert or my eyes might miss it

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Got to keep moving or I can’t say I live it

 

Well the devil has got me going down that cross road again

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He’s got intentions for my wondering soul lord only knows when

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Though I swear when I rest and my guard is brought low

 

The air grows heavy and my eyes refuse to close

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Laying in my bed still wearing my clothes

 

Tossing and turning and pondering my only hopes

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This idle state of mind where the devil ties his ropes