Waltz with the Wicked

Yo…It’s gettin' hard to tell the difference between me and him…Or maybe I’m just what he’s always been.

Let’s dance...

I feel the floorboards creak, hear a beat in the silence,He creeps through my dreams, speakin' grief like it's guidance.Got a grip on my wrist like a noose in a fist,Pullin' me into the abyss with a poisonous kiss.

(808s creep in)

Said, "Come on, kid, you know the deal, don’t pretend,"

“You've been broken since the cradle, I’m your only friend.”

He don’t need horns, he don't need fire,

Just a voice in my head when I’m treadin’ through the mire.

(Bass kicks harder)

Ink in my veins, I signed on the dotted,

Tried to pray, but God’s number? I forgot it.

I been rottin’ from the inside, smilin’ wide,

While the devil’s got his hands where my demons hide.

Now I’m dancin’ with the devil in a room full of mirrors,

Every step I take, his laugh gets clearer.

Twistin’ in a trance with my soul on lease,

In a ballroom of pain wearin’ death’s motif.

I try to scream, but he grips my throat,

Waltzin' through my sins like a suicide note.

Yeah, I’m dancin’ with the devil and I’m losin’ control —

But he tells me this is all I’ve ever known.

He said, "You ain’t a victim, you're a volunteer,”

"You fed me every fear, every shot, every beer."

"You wanted this, don’t act brand new,

I didn’t drag you in, you danced too."

(Beat builds again slowly)

Flashbacks play like a film with no cut,

Runnin’ through rage with my heart sewn shut.

Mama cried, said, “You ain’t right inside,”

I laughed and lied, said, “I’m fine, just tired.”

(Hi-hats start rollin’, tempo builds)

But I’m wired different — circuits fried,

Angels died the night my hope retired.

Now he spins me ‘round like a twisted ballet,

And I bite my tongue ‘cause I like the decay.

Now I’m dancin’ with the devil in a room full of mirrors,

Every step I take, his laugh gets clearer.

Twistin’ in a trance with my soul on lease,

In a ballroom of pain wearin’ death’s motif.

I try to scream, but he grips my throat,

Waltzin' through my sins like a suicide note.

Yeah, I’m dancin’ with the devil and I’m losin’ control —

But he tells me this is all I’ve ever known.

(You ever feel like you are the villain?

Like maybe hell ain’t a place, it's a decision?)

I ain’t sayin’ I’m proud, but I won’t pretend,

Every scar on my skin got a message to send.

I gave him the key, now the lock’s in flames,

And I’m just a ghost dancin’ through my shame.

Yeah...

He leads, I follow, in tempo and tone —

And I wonder if I was ever really alone.

So I take that bow in the devil's hall,

'Cause maybe I'm not fallin'... maybe I was born to fall.