Verse 1 Well, I had no lawyer for the Devil when I met you. I had to survive on my own. And well… we went too far. My world became a torn page from an old book, yellowed by time and smoke. My God… you dragged me into hell. “Look, but don’t touch. Touch, but don’t taste. Taste, but don’t swallow.” It felt almost liturgical. A profane mass conducted by desire. It’s love underestimated biochemically. I drank from your cup. And I got intoxicated until I forgot my own name. [guitar solo crying through the silence] Verse 2 Do you believe in human fragility? Someone hurt her deeply… and now she wants revenge. My desire for you made me sign a contract with hell without reading the small print. You used your tactics. You used everything you had. You took everything from me: silence, faith, sleep, identity. You must have made peace with hell, because there was familiarity in the way you walked through the flames. [guitar solo weeping slowly] Bridge And I swear… I regret ever knowing you. You used to say “God”? Then let me give you a small confidential piece of information about God: not everything that falls from heaven comes from the light. You came from the depths. And it’s not as uncommon as believing wine turned into blood. [guitar solo screaming softly] Final Verse I spent five years listening to the jury deliberate over a hole in the wall. Five years trying to understand whether it was rage, love, or just a man imploding in slow motion. In the end, I understood too late: self-love is the natural narcotic. And empty people always search for open veins inside other souls.
