They Paint Him a Villain

[Verse 1]
Yo, what if the Devil ain't puffin' that smoke?
What if the Devil don't drown in a Coke?
In the quiet and broken, he’s speakin’ in notes,
Singin’ to the moon, where the shadows provoke.
And you cry, yeah, you groan,
Shoutin’ loud, but you’re still alone.
Blamin’ him for the moves you’ve blown,
Like a blind man feelin’ for a path unknown.
[Pre-Chorus]
They paint him a villain, yeah, that’s the frame,
Say he’s playin’ with hearts in a deadly game.
But peer in his eyes, past the lies and the shame,
And you’ll find a mirror, you’ll see your own name.
[Chorus]
Singin’ to the lost moonlight,
Writin’ bars through the endless night.
Guilt creeps in, tightens its chain,
You’re drownin’ in sorrow, you’ll never be the same.
Singin’ to the lost moonlight,
Writin’ bars through the endless night.
Guilt creeps in, tightens its chain,
You’re drownin’ in sorrow, you’ll never be the same.
[Verse 2]
Yo, he’s cold, but he’s readin’ your pages,
Sippin’ on whispers from forgotten ages.
Stars long gone, yeah, they cry in the skies,
While sinners confess, but forgiveness denies.
With a voice like silk, so low, so slow,
He’s callin’ your soul where the lost ones go.
No hate, no fire, no rage in his tone,
Just the calm of a child who’s always alone.
[Pre-Chorus]
They say he’s the master of envy and pride,
But maybe it’s you with that hunger inside.
He touches your brow, and you feel the ride,
A loop of regrets where even death won’t hide.
[Chorus]
Singin’ to the lost moonlight,
Writin’ bars through the endless night.
Guilt creeps in, tightens its chain,
You’re drownin’ in sorrow, you’ll never be the same.
Singin’ to the lost moonlight,
Writin’ bars through the endless night.
Guilt creeps in, tightens its chain,
You’re drownin’ in sorrow, you’ll never be the same.
[Bridge]
Pen in your hand, it’s your only disguise,
Scratchin’ at the truth while the ink never dries.
Devil’s hummin’, yeah, he’s playin’ it low,
But his song’s in your veins, and it won’t let go.
[Outro]
So you sing to the moon that’s been lost,
Payin’ your dues at a heavy cost.
The Devil’s not hate, nah, he’s just a refrain,
A reflection of you that you can’t explain.