[Intro — whisper] God-Devil... Devil-God... Straight line… no space… [Verse 1] I had a line straight to the Devil, Born with it — no disguise, no veil. No prayer, no spell could break the tether, The fire beneath my fragile shell. [Chorus] God-Devil, God-Devil — I cried, I froze, Fell through silence, dust, and prose. Devil-God, Devil-God — no truth, no lies, Just breathing shadows in disguise. [Verse 2] Between the two — no crack, no breach, No hand to hold, no light to reach. God in Devil, Devil in flame, One face speaking through different names. [Chorus] God-Devil, God-Devil — in every dream, In every echo, every scream. Devil-God, Devil-God — I drank that wine, It tasted like a crooked shrine. [Bridge — whispered, soft] He wasn’t Devil… he was dust. A voice too quiet, a touch too just. They called him wrong — I called him mine. A secret kept outside of time. [Final — fading, slow] Not all darkness comes with sin. Some wraps you gently, tucks you in. No shame in shadows, no owed light — This is my dark. My right. My rite. [Outro — whisper] God-Devil… God-Devil…
