It knows when you are sleeping.
It knows when you’re awake.
It knows when you’ve been bad or good.
Your soul is it’s to take.
It figured out your thinking.
It sees just how you do.
And when you think you’re thinking
Those thoughts don’t come from you.
It’s Satan’s radio station.
With a tune line up by man.
And you will hum those numbers
Again and again and again.
See, Satan rules your roost, now.
That beggar collects all your eggs.
While you work a knife in a frenzy
Satan hollers MOAR! and begs
To differ with you when you are through
Cause to do what you do…
You wonder…
Is Satan thinking or me?
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