You must have made some kind of mistake. I asked for death but instead I'm awake. The devil told me "No room for cheats". I thought I sold my soul, But he kept the receipt.
So leave the lights on I'm coming home. It's getting darker but I'll carry on. The sun won't shine but, it never did. And when it rains, it fucking pours. But I think I like it. And you know that I'm in love with the mess.