Knock knock, who's there?
Misunderstood, misguided, & confused
they say when one door closes
another one opens the problem is,
I just let the devil in -
now I'm dancing with my demons
like a ballerina I'm on my tip toes,
but, I have to say these demons have moves.
Lucifer knows exactly what he's doing, he's one smooth dude.
He sends my demons to me disguised in everything I've ever wanted.
He's got me taking shots of Henny while, I'm drinking Remy straight out the bottle
Reminds me of my prom night
when I nearly sold my soul to devil
It's was so easy to play along with his game.
But I know if I continue I'll lose my mind
maybe even worse, I might lose my soul.
I keep asking myself how do I keep my head on straight?
How do I my soul enacted?
Cause I can't let the Devil win.
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