The devil still exists in 2020 We thought we had buried the details but here we are at his feet Cuz everything we see is sharper when we see in 2020 What was invisible was toxic and killing us softly We're not conscious of our mistakes But anyone can tap into their unconscious Cuz God makes no mistakes but how much are we like him really We let broken mirrors skew our sense of reality So here we are singing the blues in our bedrooms But it's hard to sing when other voices can't breathe We sing so much about things that don't matter Sending voice memos to ghosts Thinking that they'll answer Our eyes get so damn tired seeing so much blue We let glass in our hands rip apart our eyes while looking for truth But we still do it every day Cuz we can't see each other in the normal way But what is normal anyways