Die a little bit every day de Bride

The devil has ears but he can't hear
except what you tell him from a heart of fear
and now you spit out words just to see
where they splatter upon me
Die a little bit
die a little bit every day
Through painful toil of absolution
swimming up from uneasy dreams
on a continent adrift from its morals
you find yourself a desperate man
Jesus based in solidity
i'm balanced to conceive
when things are revealed to me
i move past perplexity
Locusts came early from the west
to test his resolve
only difference between war and peace
is where we place our bombs