devil's work

The devil tries to lead you astray But are you walking down the wrong way? Go straight to hell On the edge of what is known as the norm you falter but never fall You're confident in the consequence of your ideals The frozen hands are fixed upon the face of the clock at twenty beats past the 4 And in the ether you're set adrift… Your teen confusion Is just an illusion Cast aside, locked away and forgot, a fate you cannot accept Forced away from significance Until the frozen hands upon the face of the clock hit twenty beats past the four And in the ether you're set adrift... Fly once again to where you belong Finding a way to your true home