But Honestly What Do I Believe

The devil looks after me He doesn't forsake me Like an elder brother, he might taunt me But he promises to love me. The devil he's cut off… lowered his horns… He's curved his wrath of fire. The devil he's taken on all forms… Yet, he's promised to chop down every brier That gets in my way. Starting, from, yesterday. With a larva hot bubbling heart, he loves me Like an arctic bird, I've learnt not to be piteous… The devil warms my bones, he loves me He wants my soul for wheat, not pumice. But honestly, what do I believe But honestly, what does he conceal to conceive But honestly, what do I believe… Will happen when he threshes the wheat from the chaff He's the devil he is a liar he is a thief, He wants only to hide our imperfections under a cloverleaf Take away our beliefs so wolves and jackals can all laugh.