He only spoke to the Devil once before this time.
Paid and laid a visit, choked up on the phone line
Choked up, the sins made it hard to swallow.
Knots in your throat from the shit that you had to borrow
To feel how he feels it felt to call this place a home.
Was a feeling that he feels when he felt he had a home
She spoke slow and pronounced every single word.
The Devil made it hard to hear causin' his vision to blur
"Someone love me.." was carved on his wrist,
He wasn't suicidal, just a habit when he got pissed
But the attention it brought was never the intention or what anybody thought
The Devil said to shake it off and sit down.
Whatever comes around, I'll kill it off and bring it back down
There's no worries - just rest your head.
Go back to bed and over this is what we'll break bread.

Never speak of the devil.

The smoke made it hard to breathe.
But somehow the smoke made him feel relief
To lay there with no fears is all that he believed.
With no grief or belief just seeing motif's
Lost in every shape, every color.
Every lover that he felt he had discovered was discomfort at it's finest.
And where the signs point to grey is where you'll find us
Underground, deep underground.
Put your ear to the ground and keep following the slow sounds
You hear it pounding on the wall?
You see the claw marks and scratches on the wall?
It's over there so keep your distance.
And if you cover your mouth it might miss us
Don't even whisper in it's ear.
We kept quiet but it can always smell fear

Never speak of the devil.