Demons in My DMs

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Skrrt, skrrt.

Pow, pow. I got demons in my DMs, angels in my

line. Tryna tell me what is holy, what is out of line.

I've been sipping on this potion, kissing it goodbyes. Seeing in the frozen times,

oh, my wrists is frozen sometimes. I've been feeling so divided,

torn right down the middle, uh. Chasing paper in the dark,

playing on a riddle, uh. And the city sounds so cold,

yes, a bitter violin. If I lose myself tonight, tell me,