شيطان (Untitled)

Somebody came into this house

And tucked their heart inside your chest

I won't whisper who it was

But he's laying in your bed

Somebody came into this house

They smelled of wine and cheap cigars

They drank the liquor by your bed

And they're your demon at the bar

Your demon at the bar

Somebody came into this house

And left a trail of blood and salt

I won't whisper who it was

But his heart is made of coal

Somebody came into this house

Upon their head a crown of thorns

As every winter came and left

They're not leaving you alone

Your demon at the bar