Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They sit in rooms with polished steel,
Turning the world on a broken wheel.
They sign the lines that starve the poor,
Then lock the latch upon the door.
With clean white hands and a hollow chest,
They put our better souls to the test.
[Chorus]
They’re doing the devil’s work,
Trading our blood for a hollow crown.
They’re doing the devil’s work,
Watching the world as it burns right down.
[Verse 2]
They preach love with a loaded gun,
And hide away when the work is done.
They turn the rivers into lead,
And profit off the tears we shed.
They build their thrones on shifting sand,
And tighten grips upon the land.
[Chorus]
They’re doing the devil’s work,
Trading our blood for a hollow crown.
They’re doing the devil’s work,
Watching the world as it burns right down.
[Verse 3]
The clock is ticking, the walls grow thin,
They wear the mask of their polished sin.
But power rots beneath the skin,
The end is coming, let it begin.
The fire rises, the accounts are due,
They’ll fall the same as they made us do.
[Chorus]
They’re doing the devil’s work,
Trading our blood for a hollow crown.
They’re doing the devil’s work,
Watching the world as it burns right down.
[Outro]
They’re doing the devil’s work.
Details
GeneratedJul 2, 2026
Duration3:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rock, Celtic, Acoustic
Credits
Prompt byAcousticHigh
ModelAria v5.5
