The devil's in our details
Between lines he was never meant to be
It didn’t take long for our small town to fail
And welcome in this nauseating disease

Between these lines were the details I never wanted to see
Details of rotten men of faith
And smeared disgrace inside our own community
Now there’s three dead flowers that can’t find their own way.

In a world this messy and stained
Why am I surprised to find him anchored so close to our soul?
After centuries of filth it seems he’s here to stay
Should we even go to church alone?

The devil has his hand around our neck
And I wish he’d just break it in half.