Is that blood on your hands?
Your white flags don't mean a thing
There's no room around here
To clear my head
And it's all too little, too late
No paradise in sight
I heard the devil speak
But I never saw his face
Just flashing lights
Don't make me beg
Wish me good riddance
I'm coming clean
And you should do the same
Or waste your life on sinking ships
Well, I blame loose lips
I bet you'd hate to admit
You've fucked it up again
It's not like you'd ever find it hard to pretend
They say he's coming for your soul
But he never bothers me at all
And it's all too little, too late
No paradise in sight
I heard the devil speak
