Lucifer is singing lullabies in the corner of my heart
Where there is no other, no other left
And my vessels hold no blood for those they once did
Cuffed in a corridor with echoes pointing towards infinity
Where God once told me what my sins did wearily
There's no light in dark, but I've lived in light my whole life

But at the end of the hall I hear a harp
And there's something about the sound that makes me feel like I'm still a good person
When you've lost all you ever loved because nothing ever loved quite the same
Who's to say that love isn't to blame?