The Devil is a Fool [Intro: Dark piano, slow melodic singing] The Devil is a fool. He will trick you into playing his game Without you even knowing. He is seductive. He keeps a perfect poker face. [Verse 1: Legato, sustained vocal notes, no rap] Every card you are handed Is meticulously preselected by the Devil. And he keeps the best cards for himself To make sure he can move quickly, And make you think you'd stay stuck and locked forever, With the least amount of manipulation. He will laugh at you from behind his mask When you make the wrong move. [Pre-Chorus: Rising melodic tension, singing] He thought he wrote all the rules of the game. Then, you look him in the eye and say: "Listen closely, Mr. Devil. Your game is a joke to the Joker!" [Chorus: Explosive powerhouse belting, sweeping strings] You thought you made the rules and had me cornered, But the tables didn't just turn—I flipped them! I’ve held the Ace of Spades in my sleeve Since the very beginning! Checkmate! Your game is over, and so is your corruption! [Bridge: Raw raspy belting, soaring and triumphant] You thought it was permanent, But it is being retuned by the grace of God! Cutting through your distortion with perfect clarity, Into a pure, high-fidelity harmony That you will never understand! [Verse 2: Dropping back, steady and resolute] Flip that gameboard. Walk away completely without saying a word, And never play his corrupt games again. Once you’ve played, you get to know his rules And his cowardly tricks. [Outro: Powerful, sustained final notes] The Devil may work overtime to cover his tracks. But once you understand what he is, You can strip it all away And see the true face of the impostor. [Fade out with pure, high-fidelity strings]