Baal is not dead he lives in our pockets
He lives in the light of our miracle boxes
He lives in the images without any flaws
And the people bow down to their neon god
He's not dead he's just no longer made of stone
Moloch's not dead he lives in the clinics
In philosophies of hard-hearted cynics
He lives in supreme courts, he lives in the streets
He lives in the heartbreak as heartbreak repeats
He's not dead he's just no longer made of stone
There is nothing new under the sun
Ugly shows its ugly face again
Behind every statue standing tall
Is a demon with a chisel in his hand
The Devil's not dead he just wears leather shoes
He's sitting in the senate chairs, sitting in pews
He still pedals fruit that can only bring tears
And his whispers still echo in all of our ears
His lies are not dead they're just no longer made of
Stone
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Baal is not dead he lives in our pockets
He lives in the light of our miracle boxes
He lives in the images without any flaws
And the people bow down to their neon god
He's not dead he's just no longer made of stone
Moloch's not dead he lives in the clinics
In philosophies of hard-hearted cynics
He lives in supreme courts, he lives in the streets
He lives in the heartbreak as heartbreak repeats
He's not dead he's just no longer made of stone
There is nothing new under the sun
Ugly shows its ugly face again
Behind every statue standing tall
Is a demon with a chisel in his hand
The Devil's not dead he just wears leather shoes
He's sitting in the senate chairs, sitting in pews
He still pedals fruit that can only bring tears
And his whispers still echo in all of our ears
His lies are not dead they're just no longer made of
Stone
He lives in the light of our miracle boxes
He lives in the images without any flaws
And the people bow down to their neon god
He's not dead he's just no longer made of stone
Moloch's not dead he lives in the clinics
In philosophies of hard-hearted cynics
He lives in supreme courts, he lives in the streets
He lives in the heartbreak as heartbreak repeats
He's not dead he's just no longer made of stone
There is nothing new under the sun
Ugly shows its ugly face again
Behind every statue standing tall
Is a demon with a chisel in his hand
The Devil's not dead he just wears leather shoes
He's sitting in the senate chairs, sitting in pews
He still pedals fruit that can only bring tears
And his whispers still echo in all of our ears
His lies are not dead they're just no longer made of
Stone
Writer: Jesse Bout
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