I wake up every night at 3:33 in the morning

I take all my medicine but it never works for me

Walking through the house, weird thoughts in my head

Repeating themselves, again and again

Telling me to do things that I'd never do

Someone is talking to me but it's not you

When the day turns to night

And the pills go down

I hear that voice

Such an evil sound

The Devil's Hour is 3:33

I look at myself in the mirror and it's not me

It's the reflection, of a man in a band

Who gets all his drugs, from the medicine man

When the day turns to night

And the pills go down

I hear that voice

Such an evil sound

Feeling, so lost in my brain

Being controlled, by something insane

Telling me, to go and grab a knife

And stab someone 63 times

When the day turns to night

And the pills go down

I hear that voice

Such an evil sound

I wake up every night at 3:33 in the morning

I take all my medicine but it never works for me

The reason it doesn't work, is because it's fake

It's never worked and never will because it's fate

When the day turns to night

And the pills go down

I hear that voice

Such an evil sound

When the day turns to night

And the pills go down

I hear that voice

Such an evil sound