Devil (Written by Johannes Schneeberg / J. S. Frankenstein) [Verse 1] The clock keeps chewing through the day, I work, the hours fall away. A fire sleeping in my throat Wakes up with every word I wrote. I plant a garden in the rain, The flowers never stop the pain. So much done, so much to do, And still the fire comes burning through. [Verse 2] We put a monster underground And blame him for the screams around. We give him horns, we give him flame, So no one has to sign their name. But hell has windows, hell has doors, Has polished shoes on polished floors. Some turn the key, some turn away, Some call it just another day. [Chorus] There is no devil— Man is the devil. There is no devil— The devil is man. We keep the furnace burning, Then curse the burning land. There is no devil— The devil is man. [Verse 3] No ancient curse, no serpent’s kiss, No fallen angel ordered this. A human hand can make the chain, A human voice explain the pain. “We only did what we were told.” The room goes quiet, the tea goes cold. Outside, somebody waits all night. Inside, they turn off every light. [Chorus] There is no devil— Man is the devil. There is no devil— The devil is man. We keep the furnace burning, Then curse the burning land. There is no devil— The devil is man. [Bridge] And if there is no God above, No final judge, no endless love, That does not make a god of you— Or sanctify the things we do. We are not creation’s crown. Put that stolen glory down. Creation is the crown itself— It does not need us on a throne. The sea was never ours to own. The seed was never ours alone. Before our names were carved in stone, The wild world blossomed on its own. [Spoken word] Presumption. Arrogance. Conceit. A crown upon an empty chair. A prayer that leaves somebody there. The rest is silence. The rest is history. And history Has human fingerprints. [Psychedelic guitar solo] [Breakdown] And I can feel it rising, That hunger to condemn— Until I hear my own voice Sounding just like them. What shall I do with all this fire? What shall I let it make of me? I will not hand it someone’s face And call that being free. [Final Chorus] There is no devil— Man is the devil. There is no devil— The devil is man. The hands that keep it burning Can let the fire die. The mouth that gives the order Can stop and question why. There is no devil— Man is the devil. There is no devil— The devil is man. [Outro] We are not creation’s crown. Put it down. Put it down. Creation is the crown itself. The rest is silence. The rest is history. But I am still here. And I can still speak. ⚜️⚜️⚜️ © 2026 Johannes Schneeberg
