[Verse 1]

You can't crawl out your basement

If you want a few heart palpitations

I guess we can come to a foul arrangement

Something like a modern-day Faust and Satan

It's all unfolding behind my back

I provide the facts

You'll supply the rumours

I draw for the top drawer

Whip out a ballpoint pen and rewrite your futures, yeah

I send 'em to Hell in a flash but the Devil ain't belling me back

It's a par

I guess he's sat with a sket on his lap

Getting head in the back of a car

Rip the flesh off your face, let us see what you actually are

You're all about self-preservation

I'll pickle your features and shatter the jar

The life I live'll rip your eyelids clean off

And chain your brain to a fence with a D-Lock

Force you to rewatch my whole past

In a pitch-black room on a five-year detox, yeah

Pick holes in a kids whole ethos

Reel off lies all night

Your life's a freshly killed carcass you can't get a piece off

[Chorus]

Swinging at the vultures on them shoulder blades (shoulder blades)

Topping up the vodka as my soul decays (soul decays)

I've been pumping poison in my skull for days

I told 'em 'Fuck your golden age'

'Cause right now I circle them all like a brain dead vulture (vulture)

Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder (shoulder)

Right now I circle 'em all like a brain dead vulture (vulture)

Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder (shoulder)

Devil on each shoulder (shoulder)

[Verse 2]

Yeah, I been through Hell, I'll extrapolate later

Original warehouse [hanger lane?] raver

I was in a 3 8 Mansion

Mashed on a handful of tabs tryna navigate Asia

Stirring opium into my drink

Waking up retching and missing the sink

Stop necking spirits and visit a shrink

'Cause your brain never grants you permission to blink

Your future is written in pink

You're still up at 9 a.m. ringing this link

Face all deadout, the kid is extinct

You're still chewing limbs off Little Miss Shrimp

Now, wait

Who we talking 'bout?

Bare cracked mirrors in a haunted house

Where all these skets get escorted out

While they pull all the P out of your account

I saw that enormous mouth of yours widen

Whole room fell silent

Out marched one limp fish, and a thousand dead thoughts

All seeking asylum

Cue the whole room tryna fake one morsel of awkward excitement

I dark 'em all out till I feel enlightened

[Chorus]

Swinging at the vultures on them shoulder blades (shoulder blades)

Topping up the vodka as my soul decays (soul decays)

I've been pumping poison in my skull for days

I told 'em 'Fuck your golden age'

'Cause right now I circle them all like a brain dead vulture (vulture)

Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder (shoulder)

Right now I circle 'em all like a brain dead vulture (vulture)

Bottle on each wing, Devil on each shoulder (shoulder)

Devil on each shoulder (shoulder)