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Matthew Temple: Music

After Dark

(Matthew Temple)
Matthew Temple
This is the other side of “Listen”. I was wondering, just how much work does the Devil really have to do? I think most of the time we do his job for him and he just waits around for the enviable.
I watch your hope rise up each morning as the sun breaks through the clouds
And watch them fail every evening when nighttime spreads its shroud
I see you slaving for that dollar as your youth just slip away
We both know the time is coming and the price you’ll have to pay

My name is in the Bible it’s been there all along
It’s not Abraham or Martin it’s not Matthew, Luke or John
No the name that is written there in a hundred different ways
Stands testament to failure of every promise that you’ve made

You don’t fear me in the daylight when the sun is at its peak
You may call my name in anger and not care of whom you speak
But when the shadows lengthen and I’m summoned from my sleep
You hide beneath you covers and pray God your soul to keep

After dark I’m the devil after dark I’m the man
I’m your eve of destruction I’m the flaw in your plan
I’ll make bread from you misery and honey from your tears
And lead you to destruction on the pathway of your fears

I don’t need your adulation and I don’t need your praise
I’ve planned for your destruction put a number on your days
Someday there'll be no sunrise and when that comes to pass
I’ll have my recognition and I’ll own your soul at last

After dark I’m the devil after dark I’m the man
I’m your eve of destruction I’m the flaw in your plan
I’ll make bread form you misery and honey from your tears
And lead you to destruction on the pathway of your fears

If you don‘t like this story I doubt that it’s too late
To change your destination boy there is no such thing as fate
You’re the one who buys the ticket and the one who picks the train
You’re the one who reaps the glory or the one who reaps the pain

After dark I’m the devil after dark I’m the man
I’m your eve of destruction I’m the flaw in your plan
I’ll make bread from you misery and honey from your tears
And lead you to destruction on the pathway of your fears

Someday there'll be no sunrise and when that comes to pass
I’ll have my recognition and I’ll own your soul at last