Neon lights and city hum, a silent whisper, then it's done
Promises of easy street, every longing, bittersweet
A gilded cage, a soft embrace, no need to rush, no need to chase
He whispers comfort, lulls you deep, while shadows in the corners creep
Oh, the gentle sway, the tranquil lie
No reason to look up, no reason to ask why
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled
Was convincing the world he didn't exist, he didn't exist!
A master of deceit, a hidden hand
Holding chains you don't resist, in this promised land!
Some lives are paved with velvet ease, no stormy seas, no urgent pleas
He grants your wishes, smooths your way, so you forget to kneel and pray
Your sins a prison, soft and warm, a comfortable, self-inflicted storm
The door is open, you can't see, blinded by complacency
Oh, the gilded chains, the whispered call
You don't even know you're trapped at all
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled
Was convincing the world he didn't exist, he didn't exist!
A master of deceit, a hidden hand
Holding chains you don't resist, in this promised land!
But time is fleeting, grains of sand
One day the lock will slam and band!
The open door, a distant dream
No escape from this wicked scheme!
He didn't exist... he didn't exist...
The trick... the trick...