[Verse 1]

The Devil is real

His followers wear crosses

A choir of dark magic

Belts a nasty tune

I've never been okay, but I'd rather pick my poison

After a long staring contest with Satan himself

The more you talk, the more soars you get in your mouth

I hope your silence puts you in your place

I'll push you off of a cliff with a sharp object

I hope you break, I hope you break your punk ass face

[Hook]

They'll be no more hands, numbers or tick tock

Cause I'm tossing away my biological clock

In the sea of bystanders, front row

I'll turn this concert into a shit show

If you had my number you could've stopped this years ago

[Verse 2]

I have three envelopes

Stuffed in my coat pocket

To the only ones who I won't leave in vain

If you see this video, know that you had the chance to help but

Love for someone else gives you no gain

[Hook]

They'll be no more hands, number or tick tocks

Cause I'm tossing away my biological clock

In the sea of bystanders, front row

I'll turn this concert into a shit show

If you had my number you could've stopped this years ago