Up In Flames

[Intro]

So that means that you definitely are going to Hell, right?

If you sell it to the devil?

No, you can still be saved by, saved at the last moment

Selling your soul to the devil doesn't mean, like

"You get my soul when I die"

Selling your soul to the devil is more like (You're a slave)

I'ma live my life (You're a slave)

Yeah, you're a slave to things, like

A slave to music

A slave to your car, a slave to need-me things

'Cause like, in the Bible, it says that, you know

People enslave themselves to their own greed

Yeah, so...

I have a fucking great idea for a song



[Verse 1]

Watch me lean into my internet persona

It smells like teen spirit as I breathe in the aroma

Hear people say I'm 'bout to blow, I feel so supernova

'Cause the Devil went and put my shoulder angel in a coma

Oh my god, oh my god, I am human, I forgot

Why can't you see that all of this is clearly a façade?

I apologize, I think my former self has gotten out again

He's somewhere suffocating in the darkness of the outer rim



[Chorus]

I'm so afraid to misplace my faith

I know the good Lord's looking down on me

As I scream His name in vain

I'm so ashamed to throw out the cane

And the Devil said he's takin' me up tonight

But I'm goin' up in flames (Sorry, baby)



[Verse 2]

I faced him in Orlando when I was twenty two

He ain't come as a man though, I met him as a youth

He killed me with a picture, tears fall to the frame

And he looked me in the eyes as I saw my reflection

And bestowed me a new name



[Chorus]

And I'm so afraid to misplace my faith

I know the good Lord's looking down on me

As I scream His name in vain

I'm so ashamed to throw out the cane

And the Devil said he's takin' me up tonight

But I'm goin' up in flames (Sorry, baby)



[Verse 3]

I spoke to God and he questioned why I'm actin' bitter

It ain't personal, my soul's just lookin' for the highest bidder

Wicked winner, chicken dinner, why'd you make me as a sinner?

If they lead me to temptation, then you can't even deliver

Yeah, I figured counseling someone like me was kind of optional

I know you're busy saving lives and doing the impossible

But if you got a million angels ready in your arsenal

Why is it the pursuit of happiness is growing marginal?

Why is it that the best people face all the hardest obstacles?

Why is that the world's gone bad in every single article?

So if you ain't gon' save it, I'ma do it myself

I'm doin' God's will, loaded with the power of Hell

(The guitar, the Devil just took him)



[Chorus]

I'm so afraid to misplace my faith

I know the good Lord's looking down on me

As I scream His name in vain

I'm so ashamed to throw out the cane

And the Devil said he's takin' me up tonight

But I'm goin' up in flames



[Outro]

I'm so afraid of what might await

I hope the good Lord might forgive me soon

And allow me to make it to twenty eight

And I'd hate to enter this fate

But the Devil said he's takin' me up tonight

So how hard should I pray?