The first time I saw the Devil I told myself, I'm on a different level I'm witnessing the rock bottom floor, to which I've settled But I sunk beneath the cold to find the warmth of melted metal I must admit, it might have been a couple years Since I've seen the likes of gratified pride persevere Looking up to see a palace while perdition interferes Paint iridescent with pestilent and watch it disappear The main reason why a man within a mirror Only has a ghost to galvanize the nothing that is here That could be the apparition of the pleasure that reveres Being opposite to somber in a sight that's ever clear I think about it way too often when I'm lost within Maybe being lost is consequent of being cognizant? Contemplate the possibility of having breathe inside a lung But never letting this exhale until it chokes on what it's done Then it sleeps Yeah, I might not be awake But still I know that I'm alive enough to have a soul to take And If I fall asleep forever in a dream that I've created Would I barricade myself inside a spot that's golden gated? Or would I find myself completely unimpressed? Showing up like twenty minutes late, sort of under dressed So I stitched myself a garment, gave it glitter for the shine Found some string inside my pocket, formed a circle from the twine Pull it tight and tie a knot... Place it right above my head Let it fight the gravity that made a mortal lay in bed Pull it tight and tie a knot... Let it float around my head Let it sail the buoyancy that made immortal out of dead My skin is shed The first time I saw the Savior I asked if we could talk about it later He said that it was major, and he may have been the maker But he made it rather difficult to conjure what he catered I came and saw and conquered, but I contemplate just where I came from And it's been difficult, trying to dance to mundane drums I've been dragging this skin covered skeleton So I can't imagine a mind state where Hell ascends I was in a solitary asylum where silence was seldom Inside the noise was a void that was violently welcome Until I felt numb... I was in a pot that was melting And it was mixed with a wish that a penny was pelting And I put every single thought I have into action Til the act is an axe that is actively slashin' A setback til I'm back at it A dream is but a wish that is way more charismatic My cycle's so erratic Yeah, I might not be asleep But still I know that I'm alive enough to have a soul to keep And If I fall asleep forever in a dream that I've created Would I barricade myself inside a spot that's golden gated? Or would I find myself completely unimpressed? Showing up like twenty minutes late, sort of under dressed So I stitched myself a garment, gave it glitter for the shine Found some string inside my pocket, formed a circle from the twine Pull it tight and tie a knot... Place it right above my head Let it fight the gravity that made a mortal lay in bed Pull it tight and tie a knot... Let it float around my head Let it sail the buoyancy that made immortal out of dead The last time I saw the Devil, told myself I'm on HIS level Levitate to see the site in which I've settled Now sit upon a throne and feel a thorn that doesn't let go But I left my last rights written on a ragged head stone I seem to slip into oblivion, pivot upon a pendulum Picture putting the petals upon a stem (ascend to him) Now, send em in, I'm setting up the speeches that I'm gettin' Where they glorify the glamour and they reach for the restrictions Yeah, I'm trippin'... Training wheels took off the unicycle Now I'm balancing the beam of loving life and suicidal Side by side, simultaneous... Asking where they're taking us? Flap my little wings above the fire til I'm angel dust