Blame the Devil

[Verse 1] Halfway in the picture, I ain’t really care to be there Standing in the doorway of a shuttered tabernacle Friday night miraculous, test the spirit accurate Sister Bathsheba fast and praying for her Lazarus Spirit move, God is good all the time, organ vamp Push the keys, start the show, they speak in tongue I never spoke War with heathen bones somehow can’t leave evil alone To me that’s cool, but to each their own Tears streaming down the faces of the overjoyed Candy money burning hole inside my corduroys Sister say she holding on tight e’en though she unemployed Good and faithful servant, triple circus is on Sunday Probably kept me away from gunplay, inside but still on the outs To arrive with sermon on the mount, analyze what I’m given See my kin shaped out, in the potter’s house word became flesh Let my light shine, make me over Lord, I’m not comfy in my right mind Broke by explosion out the blackest void, the devil is a liar Depends on who you asking for, we are at war watching bodies hit the floor [Chorus] When I was a child [?] as I child Understood as a child [?] as a child When I became a man, I put it all behind Put that all behind, put that all behind [Verse 2] Halfway in the picture, I ain’t really care to be there Nodded in the doorway of a shuttered tabernacle I could close my eyes and hear the tambourines rattle Contrite confession only thing that truly matter Take this body in remembrance, quite cannibalistic Mysterious omnipotence, how to ignore the poor and defenseless Few could truly make a difference, simple point of interest From inquisitive youth, leave no room for interpretation Infallible truth, entering this temple with praises rocking loud Tacky suit, shock-hued, electric blue, Revelation have you spooked Making waves when there as none, highest praise always sung Seven eyes, seven crowns, I was lost, now I’m found End of days amazing time, everybody’s got a word Mine just happens to rhyme, a guarded heart is well-deserved In this world we're set apart, somebody knocking on the door I didn’t bother to respond, respond (Must be the devil) [Chorus] When I was a child [?] as I child Understood as a child [?] as a child When I became a man, I put it all behind Put that all behind, put that all behind I ain't really care to be there