I walk a fine line
Between risk and safety
I stumble blindly
Not knowing my own hand
Each second that passes
The blindfold only tightens
I hear a voice
Made of flame
-Oh that seductive flame-
Lead me through
The troublesome night
My heart it screams
"This isn't the way!"
My head it sings
"Please continue to play!"
Discordant noises echo
Off the walls of my mouth
But in the end
My tongue slips
And everything goes south

The fine line I walk is blurring
I can't see it
Not even a sliver
How am I to know what
I'm doing is wrong
I was just listening
To the sweet devil's song