Ad lib (devil's hands )
(Verse 1)
He walks in smooth with a grin so wide,
Eyes like smoke and a touch that slides.
Says, "You want control? You gotta let it go,"
Next thing I know, I’m putting on a show.
He’s got me twisted, bent to his will,
Tells me what to do—and I want it still.
A sinner’s moan, a holy ache,
He makes me beg, and I love the break.
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(Chorus)
Pull my strings, Devil, make me move,
Tie me up in that red-hot groove.
Every stroke, every breath he commands,
I’m a man undone in the Devil’s hands.
No shame, no fear, just the heat and the sweat,
I don’t want out—I ain’t ready yet.
Pleasure and pain in one slow dance,
I was made to burn in the Devil’s hands.
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(Verse 2)
He whispers filth in a voice like silk,
Feeds me fire like it’s mother’s milk.
Drags his nails down my open chest,
Says, “Good boys break when they’re touched the best.”
I ain’t fightin’—I arch, I plead,
Give him everything that he might need.
He’s in my head, deep in my bones,
I moan his name like it’s my own.
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(Chorus)
Pull my strings, Devil, make me move,
Tie me up in that red-hot groove.
Every stroke, every breath he commands,
I’m a man undone in the Devil’s hands.
No shame, no fear, just the heat and the sweat,
I don’t want out—I ain’t ready yet.
Pleasure and pain in one slow dance,
I was made to burn in the Devil’s hands.
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(Bridge)
He says jump, I fly—
Lickin’ the flame with a glassy eye.
He marks me deep, from lips to thighs,
And I thank him soft with breathless cries.
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(Outro)
So don’t set me free, don’t cut the thread,
I’m alive when I’m being misled.
Yeah, call it sin, call it trance—
But I’ve never felt more in the Devil’s hands.
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ARCAINE
