Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] The devil dances in empty pockets Laughs out loud at my tab again Cracked glass Late night in the bathroom Red eyes staring through a stranger’s skin [Pre-Chorus] Every promise I pawned for a bottle Every line like a loaded gun Thought I was riding the fire I was the one getting burned [Chorus] Alcohol and powder The devil’s weapons Loaded in my veins Aimed at my reflection (hey) I was praying to the dark for a cheaper heaven Till God kicked in the door of my confession On my knees in the wreckage I finally see The devil can’t dance where You’re holding me [Verse 2] Shaking hands Counting every heartbeat Cold sweat on the church bench wood Whispered “If You’re real Please answer” Didn’t think that mercy ever would [Pre-Chorus] But the silence broke with a tremor Like a voice buried deep inside Said “You’ve been dying for the kill shot Come and trade it for a new life” (oh) [Chorus] Alcohol and powder The devil’s weapons Loaded in my veins Aimed at my reflection I was praying to the dark for a cheaper heaven Till God kicked in the door of my confession On my knees in the wreckage I finally see The devil can’t dance where You’re holding me [Bridge] Every night Old ghosts still calling Every barstool knows my name But I’ve got scripture in my bloodstream I’ve got prayer for the hunger and the shame (yeah) If I fall I fall toward the altar Bloody hands But they’re reaching up You turn my craving into crying You turn my crying into love [Chorus] Alcohol and powder The devil’s weapons Drop them at Your feet I don’t want that lesson I was praying to the dark for a cheaper heaven Now I’m clinging to the cross like it’s my last possession On my knees in the wreckage I finally see The devil can’t dance where You’re holding me Yeah The devil can’t dance where You’re holding me
Tags
rock, Dark modern rock with male vocals: detuned baritone guitars, grinding bass, and a slow, swinging half-time groove that feels like a dangerous march. Verses stay tense and close with gravelly, almost whispered delivery; chorus explodes with wide distorted power chords, stacked gang vocals on key lines, and a soaring, anguished top line. Middle-eight strips back to toms, bass drones, and reverb-heavy vocal before the full band slams back in for the final chorus.
Duration
3:53
Instrumental
No
Created
3/18/2026