Careful what you fix… I’m what breaks in style. Got a smile like gasoline, Turns every spark to something mean. They build their towers, I play the breeze, Watch ‘em fall down on their knees. You call it chaos, I call it grace, Every saint needs a crooked face. I’m the devil in the details, The whisper in the prayer you failed. You light the fuse, I spin the tale— You wanted truth? I tip the scale. Every rule’s a dare to me, Every lock’s an elegy. I don’t need crowns or guilty pleas, Just wine, a match, and company. You call it sin, I call it style, Let’s dance in trouble for a while. I’m the devil in the details, Your chaos dressed in a velvet veil. You pray for light, but I inhale— The spark you dropped when you exhaled. Don’t act surprised, you made me real, Every lie just sealed the deal. You wanted order, what a bore— Let’s shake this world until it roars. (Low laugh, drum hit into chorus) I’m the devil in the details, Your wish in a wishing well gone stale. I don’t break hearts, I set sail— On every dream that’s bound to fail. (Softly, smirking) You’re welcome.
