then when the devil had me in her hand
..devil had me in her pocket
there was no time, then
so i stuck my finger in the socket

then the devil had me in her box
then the devil had me in her pocket
and then the devil, she can make doors
and the devil, she can lock them

heed the words that i speak
as i know the trails in this
country so bleak but
i'm still afraid that it has gotten to me

as i walk the miles to my seat
clutching my ticket in my hand
i feel the breath of the beast
feel his breath in my heart
as i walk the length of my arc
but i didn't know 'bout my arc

his noise
is cutting me apart
so i begin
& reach for the only part i know
and it may be a sin

to reach for his heart
i hear the noise,
i know where to start

but they'll take my body part
take my body part
take my body part

i can feel the scenery
and it is changing
and changing me

i feel the heat
from the grin of the beast
and i know i'll carry his head
in my arms
on my art
on my arc
on my art.
on my arc, ah