The Devil Found Me

[Intro: distant whisper] I stopped asking God for answers. I started asking the dark. At first... it answered quietly. [Verse 1] I lost my faith somewhere between the questions, Started filling empty spaces with distorted interpretations. Every sign became a message, Every silence became proof, Every lie became believable when I wanted it to be true. I thought the Devil understood me, Thought he knew what I had seen, Thought the darkness had a language only I could fucking read. So I opened up the doorway, Let the whispers cross the line, Thinking I could use the darkness without becoming what was inside. I wasn't looking for salvation. I was looking for control. I wanted something powerful to fill the fucking hole. [Hook] So I gave myself to something I believed could make me whole, But the Devil wasn't interested in owning my soul. He wanted every little piece of the person I pretended to be, One by one, he pulled them loose and made me fucking see. One by one. One by one. Every lie becomes undone. I thought I found the Devil. The Devil found me. [Verse 2] First came the voices, quiet crawling through my sleep, whispering interpretations of the secrets that I keep. Then another took position somewhere deeper in my head, turning every thought against me, replaying everything I said. Then another showed me memories I had buried underneath, not the version I remembered, but the version underneath. They weren't screaming. They were patient. That's what made it fucking worse. Every demon had a question. Every question was a curse. "Why'd you lie?" "Why'd you blame them?" "Why'd you call yourself the victim?" "Why'd you build this fucking story if you knew that you were in it?" [Pre-Hook] I thought they came to torture me. They came to make me look. I thought they wanted something from me. They wanted me to look. [Hook] So I gave myself to something I believed could make me whole, But the Devil wasn't interested in owning my soul. He wanted every little piece of the person I pretended to be, One by one, he pulled them loose and made me fucking see. One by one. One by one. Every lie becomes undone. I thought I found the Devil. The Devil found me. [Verse 3] Now there's something in the walls when the room goes fucking still, Something moving in the silence with a voice that sounds like mine. I can feel them in my skull, moving deeper every night, Not controlling every action, just illuminating why. Every demon wears a different face, but every face looks familiar, Every monster that approaches makes the reflection fucking clearer. There's the liar. There's the coward. There's the anger I concealed. There's the part that wanted power. There's the part that wouldn't heal. There's the person I constructed when reality became unbearable, And the Devil keeps dismantling everything I made repairable. No exorcism. No escape. No holy hand to pull me out. I invited every fucking voice. Now they're telling me the truth. [Bridge: layered whispers] You wanted power. We gave you consequences. You wanted control. We gave you yourself. You wanted someone else to blame. Look in the mirror. [Verse 4] Now I understand the bargain wasn't ever what I thought. There was never some great kingdom waiting at the bottom of the dark. I was feeding my interpretation, feeding every fucking lie, until I couldn't recognize the difference between truth and mind. I worshipped what reflected me. I praised what made me cruel. I mistook manipulation for some supernatural rule. And every piece they took from me was something I had fabricated. Every demon in my skull was a truth I had translated. Now the mirror doesn't distort. Now the faces don't disguise. The Devil isn't standing there. It's me behind the eyes. [Final Hook] One by one. One by one. Every lie becomes undone. No salvation. No redemption. No forgiveness left to come. I went searching for the Devil because I wanted something more. Now I understand exactly what I opened up the door for. One by one. One by one. Every piece of me is shown. I thought the Devil came to haunt me. He came to show me what I own. [Outro: whispers surrounding the vocal] You asked for the truth. You couldn't handle it. You asked for the mirror. You couldn't look. You asked the Devil to show you evil. He did. And now... you know its face.