Pan!c Office - Devil Made

Objective truth may not exist
But now and then I get the gist
And so the paradox persists
This fool knows he knows nothing, Uh oh
Out on a limb, just on a whim
Say fortune is a guessing game
A rose by any other name
Let's analyze it frame by frame
The truth can bend to some degree
'Til what you get ain't what you see
There's nothing real, they tell me
Nothing's real, there's nothing really to it, Oh?
But more often lies shall set you free
So the philosophers decree
The devil made, the devil made me
The devil made me do it. Oh!
But more often lies shall set you free
But I'm still free to disagree
The devil made, the devil made me
The devil made me do it
You'll fool some people half the time
But this fool you can never please
The birds more often eat the bees
And money seems to grow on trees
Heavy the lies that wear the crown
The meek shall scatter out of town
And when the world comes crashing down
We'll see who's in the details
The truth can bend to some degree
'Til what you get ain't what you see
There's nothing real, they tell me
Nothing's real, there's nothing really to it, Oh?
But more often lies shall set you free
The neuroscientists decree
The devil made, the devil made me
The devil made me do it. Oh!
But more often lies shall set you free
But I'm still free to disagree
The devil made, the devil made me
The devil made me do it

Written by:
ilya portnoy

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