The devil's done and once again As flawless now as it's ever been I could picture only him Aligned behind the hearts of men The fears that first form on lips, the words align And then they slip for every word that comes It's a knife to find a home in someone For every word that comes The knife to find a home in someone Hey there, Augustine That something good becomes ugly Hey there, Augustine That something good becomes ugly Hey there, Augustine That something good becomes of me Hey there, Augustine That something good becomes of me Hey there, Augustine That something good becomes of me Hey there, Augustine That something good becomes of me Hey there, Augustine That something good becomes of me Hey there, Augustine