On a Devil’s Holiday LyricsI know what this X is for
Scrawled in blood on every door
In the hands of a government wh#re
We will go where we’ve gone before
Do you want to play that game
You could kill me all the same
When the victim fears the blame
And the criminal needs the fame
Get away – get away
Get away – get away
On a devil’s holiday
It doesn’t matter what you think
The smallest stone will always sink
In the lake of schadenfreude
Whеre dreams go to be dеstroyed
Master wants, master gets
Burning skin with cigarettes
Naked ladies make perfect pets
No replies and no regrets
I am known by many names
What I control the power claims
Throw the book in the burning flames
The lion roars as the master tames
Get away – get away
Get away – get away
On a devil’s holiday
Get away – get away
Get away – get away
On a devil’s holiday
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