Devil's at my feet (Remastered)

[Verse] My mind is the jailhouse bloated of imagination Black, black, black - back my imagination! [Dark country music hook] [...] Aaand NOW! Heyya, useless of mine! I see me, you at the corner curled up like a snake Summer is approaching 142 days No one wan' it but it will come again... Prison is a metaphor that I can't escape from Heaven (He said that) [Pre-Chorus] Yeah the devil my feet, filling me now with his tide (And tide over!) Oh pour gasoline it's me now, the world feeling me Now Now NOW! Whooaa! Devil my feet... filling me... now [Harmonica dark country hook] [Deep black chorus with male vocals] [Refrain] I think feelings are an illusion - yes or no? Think! And I think history will rewrite itself - yes or no? Think! I know my life isn't a pre-written song - yes, yes! And I know... I should have got to kill who... Who hurt me and gave all... that... PAIN! [Post-verse] My mind is the cage - it's empty like a birdcage Yes or no? Think! I watch the hate on the corner eating like... [Black harmonica music hook] Jackals they've never ate Winter in the back 365 days, I have a hitchhike For Death Just think... Think of me like a metaphor What are you waiting for?! [End of outro]