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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Where do I begin
I feel my horns coming in
Little pricks under my hairline
Tiny crowns of original sin
Wings pushing through my skin
Shredding shirt
Every stitch
Every pin
Feathers
Fire
Something in between
Flapping in the wind like a bad dream
[Chorus]
Devil coming out to play tonight
Halo slipping
Yeah
It fits too tight
Arrow tail
See it flail
See it swing
Try not to get impaled
On this love
On this wicked little thing (hey!)
Devil coming out to play tonight
Hold you close
Hope you hold on right
Arrow tail
See it flail
See it swing
Try not to get impaled
On this sharp
Dark
Honey-dripping fling
[Verse 2]
Your lipstick smears like a spell
You laugh and say “welcome to hell”
You trace my back where the bones push through
Count each blade
Say a prayer or two
Cloven footsteps on the kitchen tile
You pour red wine with a crooked smile
We dance too fast in a too-small room
Both of us courting doom
[Chorus]
Devil coming out to play tonight
Halo slipping
Yeah
It fits too tight
Arrow tail
See it flail
See it swing
Try not to get impaled
On this love
On this wicked little thing (oh yeah)
Devil coming out to play tonight
Hold you close
Hope you hold on right
Arrow tail
See it flail
See it swing
Try not to get impaled
On this sharp
Dark
Honey-dripping fling
[Bridge]
You say “bite”
I say “bleed”
You say “run”
I grow new wings
You say “stop”
I curl that tail
Wrap you up
In a cursed fairytale
[Chorus]
Devil coming out to play tonight
Halo slipping
Yeah
It fits too tight
Arrow tail
See it flail
See it swing
Try not to get impaled
On this love
On this wicked little thing
Devil coming out to play tonight
Raise a glass to the ruined and right
Arrow tail
See it flail
See it swing
Try not to get impaled
On this sharp
Dark
Honey-dripping fling
Details
GeneratedApr 5, 2026
Duration3:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Jaunty Gothic rock with a swaggering midtempo groove, swung drums, and crunchy twin guitars. Male vocals with a theatrical sneer; verses stay tight and percussive while the chorus bursts open with call-and-response gang shouts and organ stabs. Bridge strips down to toms and bass for a spooky chant, then slams back into a bigger final hook with layered harmonies on the title line., romantic
Credits
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LunarOutput334
LunarOutput334ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Romantic Gothic jaunty rock-
Where do I begin
I feel my horns coming in
Wings pushing through my skin
Flapping in the wind
Arrow tail
See it flail
Try not to get impaled
