Devil

The emptiness in my head feels just like the wind.

But if I keep going, it’s the devil who wins.

Many demons scream at me, but when I find a little light, they’re silent again.

Behind every mask there will be a face of a demon,

Try to break it, and it’s death you awaken.

I walk these roads with blood on my shoes,

Every step a battle, every breath I could lose.

Voices whisper lies, tell me I’m already done,

But scars are just proof that I’ve still overcome.

I’ve danced with the dark, let it pull me inside,

Felt the weight of the world, nowhere left to hide.

Still I stand in the storm, though I’m shaking within,

‘Cause surrendering now is how evil gets in.

I won’t bow to the fire, I won’t kneel to the pain,

I’ve been broken so often, but I rise again.

Every demon I face knows my name, knows my sin,

But the moment I fight back, that’s when I win.

Behind every smile there’s a war being fought,

Every calm moment came with a price that I bought.

If you stare too long into the cracks of my skin,

You’ll see hell staring back, but I won’t let it in.

The night tries to claim me, says I’m losing control,

But there’s still a faint spark buried deep in my soul.

And as long as it burns, even fragile and thin,

The devil keeps losing, no matter the din.

I am not the mask, I am not the curse,

I’ve survived the worst, I’ve endured the hurt.

Break me down, I’ll bleed, I’ll bend—but I won’t end,

‘Cause my will is stronger than the demons I’ve met.

I won’t bow to the fire, I won’t kneel to the pain,

I’ve been lost in the dark, but I rise again.

Let the demons keep screaming, let the night close in,

I keep walking forward—and that’s how I win.