What if the devil on my shoulder
Has a devil on his own
Do two wrongs make what's right for my soul?
No I'm better off alone
What if theres something more?
Dragging me down
Inhale the salt
As i turn to dust
Will every stone I ever thrown
Now count against all I love
I've unearthed these ghosts
To cast their bones cast their bones
To see if things are so bad I should ask myself
What if the devil on my shoulder
Has a devil on his own
Do two wrongs make what's right for my soul?
No I'm better off alone
What if theres something more?
Dragging me down
I feel this clay
Of which I'm made
Becoming smaller
Atrophied
How much do I hate myself?
These whispers won't f*cking go away
Self sabotage to balance on this blade
Me versus gravity, I'm hanging on by the skin of my teeth
My impulses are at war
With every moral I've ever had
Giving it up to the vortex in my head
I can't keep digging myself even deeper in this sand
I'm hearing voices in the trees
Black birds of warning in the leaves
Now they circle the sky like omens, like omens
What if the devil on my shoulder
Has a devil on his own
Do two wrongs make what's right for my soul?
No I'm better off alone
What if theres something more?
Dragging me down