Lyrics The Devil Makes Three – To The Hilt

Now I know that you can see that demon
As he rests in his towers on high
Makin’ us run after his pennies
Most of our lives

Now I know that you can hear them screamin’
From those cubicles deep inside
As they sit just now wonderin’
Always that question why
And I know you can hear them whisperin’
Why they can’t get what they need
Strapped down to the table
They’re injected with that greed
I’m singing dream
Just dream for me
I’m singing dream