[Intro – whisper-soft] They always said angels come small… No one warned me demons could too. ⸻ [Hook] The devil wears a child’s face, Sleeps in the cradle with lace. Voice as gentle as grace, But something’s hiding behind that gaze. Laugh like summer, eyes like spring, But quiet storms rest under their wing. The devil wears a child’s face… You won’t see it ’til it’s too late. ⸻ [Verse 1] They come with hands unscarred — untouched by blame, But shadows wait behind their name. Kindness rehearsed, affection staged, A sweetness sharpened, carefully caged. No horns, no fire, no crimson breath — Just innocence painted over depth. When trust blooms easy, paradise seems near, But the softest voice can whisper fear. ⸻ [Hook] The devil wears a child’s face, Sleeps in the cradle with lace. Voice as gentle as grace, But something’s hiding behind that gaze. Laugh like summer, eyes like spring, But quiet storms rest under their wing. The devil wears a child’s face… You won’t see it ’til it’s too late. ⸻ [Verse 2] You saw the world as tender — growing still, They saw the world as something to bend to their will. They learned your pulse, your seams, your thread, Smiled sweetly while your guard was fed. And all the while you kept them close, You never thought to fear the rose. But roses bleed and roses sting — Lovely petals hide everything. ⸻ [Hook] The devil wears a child’s face, Sleeps in the cradle with lace. Voice as gentle as grace, But something’s hiding behind that gaze. Laugh like summer, eyes like spring, But quiet storms rest under their wing. The devil wears a child’s face… You won’t see it ’til it’s too late. ⸻ [Verse 3] They grow, they mirror, they reflect your trust, Turn soft devotion into dust. Not every monster storms the gate — Some learn to wait. Some learn to imitate. And by the time the signs appear, You’ve already brought the danger near. ⸻ [Hook – Final, slower, more echo] The devil wears a child’s face, Sleeps in the cradle with lace. Voice as gentle as grace, But something’s hiding behind that gaze. Laugh like summer, eyes like spring, But quiet storms rest under their wing. The devil wears a child’s face… And I learned when mine broke faith. ⸻ [Outro – faint] Not every angel is sent from above. Some are just lessons dressed as love Not every angel is sent from above. Some are just lessons dressed as love
