[Intro – spoken, low, over distant drums]
You wanted a devil’s advocate.
You didn’t know I was the devil.
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[Verse 1]
Hood up, mask on, same old play
Smile painted where my face should stay
They laugh easy when the joke lands right
Never see the eyes in the back of the night
I learned young how to hide the blade
Soft voice over armored rage
They only meet what I let through
They don’t get the part that’s staring straight through
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[Pre-Chorus]
Every room, I feel the shift
Quiet bends like metal twist
Medals, stripes, didn’t change a thing
Even soldiers flinch when the reaper walks in
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[Chorus]
I’m not your devil’s advocate
I’m the shadow that you’re bargaining with
You keep praying for a harmless friend
But I’m the storm that doesn’t pretend
Sweet on the surface, fire underneath
Halo in my hand, horns in my teeth
You wanted someone to argue your sin
I’m the one who lets the darkness in
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[Verse 2]
Back turned, but I see it all
Every fake smile, every close call
They call me kind till the line gets crossed
Then they see what all that calmness cost
Been the weight bearer, world on spine
Still broke, still stuck in factory time
Clock hands carving into my skin
But I don’t break, I just sharpen again
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[Pre-Chorus 2]
Every cage, I learned the lock
Every bruise became bedrock
You stack your fears on top of me
I wear them like they’re meant to be
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[Chorus]
I’m not your devil’s advocate
I’m the shadow that you’re bargaining with
You keep praying for a harmless friend
But I’m the storm that doesn’t pretend
Sweet on the surface, fire underneath
Halo in my hand, horns in my teeth
You wanted someone to argue your sin
I’m the one who lets the darkness in
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[Bridge – slower, cinematic, Atlas + End-of-the-world moment]
If the sky comes down, it falls on me
Mask in my left hand, scythe on my knee
World on my shoulders, bones screaming loud
Still I stand up, still I don’t bow
You see the cloak, you don’t see the scars
You feel the chill, not the weight of the stars
If this is the end, then I’ll be the last
Grinning in the dark as I bury the past
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[Break / Shout hook – for the heavy drop]
No more saints,
no more scripts,
no more chains
round my wrists
You want truth?
Here it is:
I am wrath
behind the kiss
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[Final Chorus – bigger, ad-libs / screams layered]
I’m not your devil’s advocate
I’m the shadow that you’re bargaining with
You keep praying for a harmless friend
But I’m the storm that doesn’t pretend
Sweet on the surface, fire underneath
Halo in my hand, horns in my teeth
You wanted someone to pardon your sin—
I’m the reaper that you keep locked in
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[Outro – whispered over ringing guitars / pads]
Why ask for a devil’s advocate
when the devil’s already here?
Vutus_Vox
