Makin' deals with the devil,
just to find some satisfaction.
I sign my name in blood,
nothin' but a dangerous interaction.
But if danger is the only thing that makes me feel,
than so what if I never heal?
I'd rather live like this,
In debt to the devil, than let my own demons run amiss.
So how does it all end?
Simple as this:
I live my life on the edge,
with a simple pledge—
when I finally fall over,
when I die,
tell everyone this:
She only lived this way so she wouldn't be alone.
While everyone turned their backs and let her roam,
The devil waited with open arms,
welcoming her home.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 9:39 AM UTC
Makin' deals with the devil,
just to find some satisfaction.
I sign my name in blood,
nothin' but a dangerous interaction.
But if danger is the only thing that makes me feel,
than so what if I never heal?
I'd rather live like this,
In debt to the devil, than let my own demons run amiss.
So how does it all end?
Simple as this:
I live my life on the edge,
with a simple pledge—
when I finally fall over,
when I die,
tell everyone this:
She only lived this way so she wouldn't be alone.
While everyone turned their backs and let her roam,
The devil waited with open arms,
welcoming her home.
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