M8

[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