Death sat down at my kitchen table, didn't even knock on the door.
He poured himself a coffee, spilled the grounds upon the floor.
He looked at me with hollow eyes, waiting for me to shake.
But when you’ve lost everything you love, you’ve got nothing left to take.
I said, "Drink up, old friend... the coffee’s getting cold."
Then the Devil walked in from the hallway, wearing my father’s face.
Trying to sell me glory, trying to offer me grace.
He said, "I can take the pain away, I can make the memories mute."
I said, "The pain is the only thing that proves the tree still has a root."
Go ahead and rattle your chains, son... I forged every link myself.
You see, I ain't afraid of the darkness, ‘cause the darkness knows my name.
We’ve been sleeping in the same bed, playing the same old game.
Why should I fear the fire? I’ve been burning since I was young.
Why should I fear the silence? It’s the only song I’ve sung.
You can’t scare a man... who’s already died inside.
They tell you Hell is a pit of fire, waiting down below.
But I know Hell is a ticking clock, watching the hours go.
It’s the empty chair at dinner, it’s the phone that never rings.
It’s the heavy weight of freedom when you’ve cut all of your strings.
So don't threaten me with judgment. I judge myself every day.
I looked Death in the socket...
And I saw he was just tired too.
I looked the Devil in the eye...
And I saw he was scared of the truth.
The monster isn't under the bed.
The monster is the thoughts... inside your head.
So if you’re here to take me, then take me, I don't care.
I’ve got my boots on my feet, and I’ve got wind in my hair.
But don't expect me to tremble, and don't expect me to pray.
I’ve made my peace with the night, and I’ve made my peace with the day.
You can stay or you can go.
(Saxophone plays a final, fading melody)
The Devil’s just a tenant...
And I’m the landlord of this soul.
