I think with my lies I could make the devil cry,
Make angels tear their wings apart midair,
Make oceans still, make stars deny the sky.
I could quiet thunder, teach the gods to lie,
Make sunlight dim as if ashamed to care.
I think with my lies I could make the devil cry.
I could unthread the seam where truth runs dry,
Make poets swallow words they used to swear,
Make oceans still, make stars deny the sky.
The saints would choke on prayers they sanctify,
And heaven close its gates to empty prayer.
I think with my lies I could make the devil cry.
I could make beauty doubt its own reply,
Make love forget the warmth it used to wear.
Make oceans still, make stars deny the sky.
You give me worship, and I pass you by.
Your faith becomes the wound we both must bear.
I think with my lies I could make the devil cry,
Make oceans still, make stars deny the sky.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC
I think with my lies I could make the devil cry,
Make angels tear their wings apart midair,
Make oceans still, make stars deny the sky.
I could quiet thunder, teach the gods to lie,
Make sunlight dim as if ashamed to care.
I think with my lies I could make the devil cry.
I could unthread the seam where truth runs dry,
Make poets swallow words they used to swear,
Make oceans still, make stars deny the sky.
The saints would choke on prayers they sanctify,
And heaven close its gates to empty prayer.
I think with my lies I could make the devil cry.
I could make beauty doubt its own reply,
Make love forget the warmth it used to wear.
Make oceans still, make stars deny the sky.
You give me worship, and I pass you by.
Your faith becomes the wound we both must bear.
I think with my lies I could make the devil cry,
Make oceans still, make stars deny the sky.
