[INTRO] Death pulled up a chair. Devil never knocked. Still poured another drink. [VERSE 1] Black bottle, black lungs, black thoughts in a white room Devil sitting close enough to smell my cologne. Death got comfortable, feet kicked up on the furniture Whole room looking normal, that's the part that makes it sinister One hand on the glass, one hand counting what came through Every vice got a voice, every voice got something to lose Smoke hanging from the ceiling like the room forgot to breathe Whiskey burning down the throat, still nothing underneath Night shift, dark route, city moving through the windshield Certain risks look different when you know exactly what they yield No trembling, no second thoughts, no prayer before the damage Just another calculated night with danger on the passenger [HOOK] Roll the dice, Let 'em fall. Death nearby, Still stand tall. Smoke in the air, Drink in the glass. Devil in the room, Let him watch it pass. No fear, No flinch. No brakes, No switch. If the night wants blood, It better bring a witness. [VERSE 2] Ash drop, glass clink, bass rattling through the drywall Everybody chasing something, mine just happens to be high stakes Bottle service, dark eyes, perfume mixed with nicotine Pretty little distractions in a room that ain't as clean Package came and went, conversation stayed minimal Money change the temperature, suddenly the room feel clinical No hero in the story, no villain with a speech Just transactions disappearing underneath the city streets Cold stare, calm hands, heartbeat somewhere in the distance Danger ain't impressive when you've already made your decision One more drink, one more smoke, one more night to remember Funny how the worst decisions sometimes feel the most familiar [VERSE 3] Devil got a poker face, death got nothing left to prove Both sitting at the table while the night keeps changing rooms Cards down, eyes up, fate dealing from the bottom Everybody wants tomorrow, nobody knows what it's costing Black truck, dark glass, headlights cutting through the fog Bottle rolling on the floorboard every time the vehicle rocks No paranoia, just awareness, every movement measured Living close to consequence'll make a man respect the pressure Smoke clears, sun rises, another night gets buried Still breathing, still moving, still carrying what was carried Death ain't getting invited, but death knows where to find us So pour another glass and let the silence sit beside us [HOOK] Roll the dice, Let 'em fall. Death nearby, Still stand tall. Smoke in the air, Drink in the glass. Devil in the room, Let him watch it pass. No fear, No flinch. No brakes, No switch. If the night wants blood, It better bring a witness. [OUTRO] Devil still sitting there. Bottle half empty. Smoke still hanging. Morning getting closer. Nobody moved.
