The Devil Met His Match in Georgia Track

Kemaktun's Singles Volume 1

Opening
The devil came down to Georgia,
Lookin’ for a mind to twist,
He’d grown tired of gold and fiddles,
Now he wanted truth dismissed.
He found a boy beneath an oak,
Reading books by candle flame,
And said, “Your reason shines too bright —
Let’s see who wins the game.”

Verse 1
The devil grinned with serpent grace,
His tongue a coiled fire,
He said, “I’ll trade you wisdom’s weight
For fame and your desire.
I’ll give you crowds that chant your name,
Your words the world will heed,
If I can twist your reason cold,
And plant in you my seed.”

Refrain
The boy said, “I don’t crave gold,
Nor glory, pride, or power bold.
You deal in lies and shiny tricks,
But truth is worth more than your fix.
I’d rather walk this path alone
Than bow to greed upon your throne.
So test my thought, my logic’s flame —
You’ll lose your ancient game.”

Bridge 1
The devil said, “You think too slow,
The crowd wants fire, not truth, you know!
I sell them rage, I sell them pride,
And they’ll tear your logic from inside.
Your facts are dry, your proofs are weak,
I speak the lies the people seek.
One clever word, one shout, one fear,
And all your reason disappears.”

Verse 2
The boy said, “Premise, argument, evidence clear,
Fallacies crumble when truth draws near.
You twist with fear, you trade in hate,
But I’ll break your spell before too late.
You prey on hearts that never heal,
But truth cuts deeper than your deal.
Your gilded tongue can’t blind my sight,
For logic burns like holy light!”

Chorus
He fought with reason, fierce and bright,
And drove the devil into night!
No gilded tongue could cloud his sight,
For logic burned with holy light!
The devil fell, his lies laid bare,
His whispers lost upon the air,
The boy just smiled, his gaze sincere —
“The truth don’t need your fear.”

Bridge 2
The devil said, “You’ve won this time,
But fools still dance to my old rhyme.
I’ll wait until their minds grow weak,
Then feed them fire when they seek.”

Verse 3
The boy said, “Then let them learn,
For every soul must take its turn.
But I’ll keep watch, and teach them still,
That truth outlasts your silver thrill.”

Final Chorus
He fought with reason, fierce and bright,
And drove the devil from the fight!
The battle’s old, but truth endures,
For thought’s the only fire that cures!
So keep your mind, keep doubt sincere,
And never trade what you hold dear —
When the devil whispers in your ear…
Think, and he’ll disappear.

Outro
The devil left that Georgia field,
Defeated, crawling slow,
While reason’s light lit every heart,
And wisdom’s fire did grow.