To the little boy I met in trauma, broken bones We had some things in common we just wanna go home To the left girl very worried with a broken soul Police come through the door you started crying more As I lay in my, my state of mind Deteriorates With blood on my face as I question my faith Thought I fell off, no way back home So goes the tale my trip to hell neither hot or cold The Devils Nightingale He won't prevail but he had me fooled To the little boy I met in trauma, broken bones We had some things in common we just wanna go home To the left girl very worried with a broken soul Police come through the door you started crying more Suicide my nine to five Demons hide behind the eye Praying that I would just die Jesus please nowhere to hide I wanna be right by your side Why's it hard to stay in the light? That was say life until I had met you So goes the tale my trip to hell neither hot or cold The Devils Nightingale He won't prevail but he had me fooled Nah nah nah nah Da da da Do do do do