Do we choose the life we’re given? Is it a deal made from before? Perhaps made with the devil His lures are hard to ignore
Yes, I made deals with the devil Before I reached this foul Earth But I’m not so good with making deals So I’ve lacked lighter skin since birth
Some others have better fates than me They are given such beauty and grace But what right do we have to determine Of which one is the fairest face?
And what would we puppet fools sacrifice For a finite time of beauty? Not the bloodshed of human race, We wouldn’t be that selfish, oh surely!
Yet I watch millions die from something As simple as the colour of their skin Who is the real underlying winner here? Who are they to escape from this sin?
I know the answer every day Is it something you’re afraid to know? That if you could, you’d do it again For the devil who’s enjoying this show
Now if I could, I’d like to go back To just before I cross the gates of life To tell myself that it all shouldn’t matter That how I look like shouldn’t bring me such strife
Did, or would you, make deals with the devil? Don’t worry, all we humans are flawed And ignorant enough to so much as believe That such a devil could perhaps be a god.