WHEN THE DEVIL CAME TO TOWN ⸻ [Verse 1] One night a magician rolled into town— velvet suit, midnight shades when the sun sank down. Silver tongue like a switchblade hymn, cut through doubt, let the hunger in. He smiled like a secret nobody could keep, made the righteous kneel and the faithless weep. Curiosity dressed like a crown of thorns— they lined up soft just to be reborn. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] (whispered chant underneath: “let me in… let me in…”) No one talks about the hour it changed, when the holy went quiet and forgot its name. Every warning just sounded the same— like a whisper saying, “don’t be afraid…” ⸻ [Chorus] The night the devil came to town— (let me in… let me in…) we wore our halos inside out. Turned every prayer into a sound— your name—my lips won’t spit it out… Gold on my tongue, blood in the wine, “Love like this should feel divine.” We kissed the knife, we called it ours— now we’re just ghosts wearing borrowed crowns. ⸻ [Verse 2] Contracts bloomed in the dead of night, petal-soft ink, but the thorns bit tight. Every promise dressed in lace— rotted slow under pretty faces. Kindness died in a quiet room, love went blind, then it learned to consume. Saints sold skin for a better name, even God started sounding the same. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Scripture burned but it looked like gold, every lie felt warm to hold. Truth got lost in a sweeter sin— like a whisper saying, “just let me in…” ⸻ [Chorus] The night the devil came to town— (let me in… let me in…) we wore our halos inside out. Turned every prayer into a sound— your name—my lips won’t spit it out… Gold on my tongue, blood in the wine, “Love like this should feel divine.” We kissed the knife, we called it ours— now we’re just ghosts wearing borrowed crowns. ⸻ [Bridge] No horns—just a mirror with a better face, no fire—just desire dressed up as grace. He never forced us, never raised his hand— we begged for the pen, we signed on command. What is a soul but a story to sell? What is heaven if it looks like hell? We traded silence for a louder sin— turns out the devil was always within. (faint chant shifts: “you chose this… you chose this…”) ⸻ [Final Chorus] The night the devil came to town— (let me in… / you chose this…) we buried truth beneath the sound. Turned every cross into a crown— and wore it proud while burning down. Gold in our teeth, ash in our lungs, singing his name like he’s the only one. We kissed the dark, we called it love— now heaven’s just a place we’re running from. The night the devil came to town— (you chose this… you chose this…) he didn’t take— we laid it down.
