It’s the devil in red
And he’s gone to your head
And all of your whores are being taken to bed
He don’t want you doting in duty, or dead
It’s the devil in red that’s inside you

Look on the faces of family and friends
Look on the wake of your forthcoming ends
Look beyond bends to the course of the road
And the force that you need to keep going

See that the stream has been damned up ahead
And the waters that rise are the ones that you fed
And your nature is drowning, it’s drowning instead
Of flowing it’s course undivided

A messenger came, and you pushed it away
We shone on your face with the light of the day
We’ve given you every which hope that you pray
And you’ve turned it away now instead

The chaos that drowns
The days that unbound you
The misery creeping unchained
The hate that’s as silent as all you withhold
Is the fibre of fate that you feigned

See how the fires combust in your fusion
Of atoms that roar in a cage of delusion
And soar through the skies of projected illusion
To reign down in fire and ash
To stain all untiring in veins of desiring
the gains of empire and cash

There’s a devil inside you
…and you won’t let him free
And free is the thing that we all need to be
Free of these limits, free of this pain
Free of this burden of body and brain
Free as the wind when you open the door
and it soars past your face in refrain

It isn’t the spirit inside of the walls
It’s the walls that help spirits to hold
It isn’t the curse of a rotten new day
It’s the holding of all of the old
It isn’t the horse that is too weak to carry
It’s the fact that you stacked it too high

It’s the fact that you dammed up the head of the stream
And now nothing at all can get by

Start getting holy
Piercing with holes
Let go the floodgates of all of your roles
Open your soul to the light of the day
Open the coals in your hearth made of clay
Broken are those who aren’t broken away
By the might of the constant undoing
Holding the mold of their past in the role
of a fountain that’s never renewing

There’s a devil inside you
And it’s all dressed in red
Red as the lips of the whores in your bed
that you haven’t yet led to the door

For the devil is never the way of the world:
It’s the way of the world we ignore