The Creation of the Devil
[Intro: Poem read by the singer in a hushed tone, not sang] (“We stand on the brink of madness... in a world entrenched in despair. So little would be required... for this land to be repaired. We have no clue what caused it. We do not accept the blame. He whom thru neglect was created, I shall not call by name. We accept no responsibility, for any evil done. Yet we stood by and did nothing... when they slew the only son. A monster we unleashed, to wreak havok on the Earth. So we are told to weep for each mother giving birth. We lay blame on others; on television and the News. We accept no responsibility, but had the right to choose. People blame the Devil, whom to me resembles Pan. The monster We created, by not doing what we can.”) [Creation of the Devil-Gothic Rock / Dark Alternative Metal] [Intro – whispered over church bells and low guitar drones, singing begins] We stand on the brink… The brink of madness… And still… we look away. [Verse I] We stand on the brink of madness, A kingdom drowning in despair, So little could have healed the damage, But no one truly seemed to care. We build our gods from ash and silence, Then act surprised when heaven burns, Ignoring every bleeding warning Until the fire returns. [Pre-Chorus] No one wants the blame… No one speaks the name… [Chorus] We created the Devil, With our silence and our fear, Fed him with neglect Year after wasted year. Now the world keeps crying, While the guilty turn away, The monster wasn’t born in darkness… We made him that way. [Verse II] We claim no responsibility For every wicked thing he’s done, Yet we stood still and watched the slaughter When they killed the only son. Now mothers weep in mourning black, As prophets choke on smoke and lies, And every child inherits ruin Beneath corrupted skies. [Pre-Chorus] Point the blame elsewhere… Pretend the scars aren’t there… [Chorus] We created the Devil, With our silence and our fear, Fed him with neglect Year after wasted year. Now the world keeps crying, While the guilty turn away, The monster wasn’t born in darkness… We made him that way. [Bridge – instrumental break with choir and distorted bass] (Pan… Fallen one… Mirror made of everyone…) [Bridge II – softer, haunting female vocal] Television saints and hollow news, Selling hate we freely choose, Hands washed clean in poisoned rain, Still denying all the pain. [Final Chorus – full power] We created the Devil, Not beneath the earth below, But inside the hearts Too afraid to know. And every time we do nothing, Every time we turn away, Another shadow learns to breathe… Another Devil finds his way. [Outro – fading choir and thunder] We stand on the brink of madness… And still… we look away.
