“You keep dancin’ with the devil,
And one day, he’ll follow you home…”
I’ve been dancin’
with the devil
for a long, long time—
Into the night blues.
The scariest part?
I’ve been feelin’ good—
Oh…feelin’ too good.
Blood on the wooden floor,
his breath smell like
liquor, hell and pain—
Somethin’ like my old pops.
The devil wore many faces
with twisted smiles I learned from.
Crooked, sharp hands,
wrapped ‘round my cold neck—
Yet the music keeps playin’.
I know burnin’ truths hurt,
so I lied to you
not to break you.
I love you, darlin’,
you did all you can.
I hope you can stand it.
Love’s a ghost cabin,
I built those walls.
Once full of souls singin’ blues—
Now hollow and haunted.
Trapped both saint and sinner
of a fallin’ angel,
and you’re the hymn
I can’t stop hummin’.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 5:58 PM UTC
“You keep dancin’ with the devil,
And one day, he’ll follow you home…”
I’ve been dancin’
with the devil
for a long, long time—
Into the night blues.
The scariest part?
I’ve been feelin’ good—
Oh…feelin’ too good.
Blood on the wooden floor,
his breath smell like
liquor, hell and pain—
Somethin’ like my old pops.
The devil wore many faces
with twisted smiles I learned from.
Crooked, sharp hands,
wrapped ‘round my cold neck—
Yet the music keeps playin’.
I know burnin’ truths hurt,
so I lied to you
not to break you.
I love you, darlin’,
you did all you can.
I hope you can stand it.
Love’s a ghost cabin,
I built those walls.
Once full of souls singin’ blues—
Now hollow and haunted.
Trapped both saint and sinner
of a fallin’ angel,
and you’re the hymn
I can’t stop hummin’.
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