[Chorus: Milkie Way & Sam Matlock]
Play with fire and you'll get burned
Everybody rolls the dice and it's your turn
You put the gun to your head, all I did was pull the trigger
So don't ask for my pity when I'm not the only sinner (No)

[Verse 1: Noah Sebastian]
I'm the serpent here to test you with forbidden fruit
I love the look on your face when I'm tempting you
There's a part of me you begged to let you see
He'll do whatever it takes to get whatever he needs

[Pre-Chorus: Noah Sebastian]
Maybe I'm sick, maybe I'm already dead
Because I'm not really scared of what comes next
Maybe I'm sick, maybe I'm fucked in the head
Because I'm not really scared of the consequence

[Chorus: Milkie Way & Sam Matlock]
Play with fire and you'll get burned
Everybody rolls the dice and it's your turn
You put the gun to your head, all I did was pull the trigger
So don't ask for my pity when I'm not the only sinner (No)

[Verse 2: Milkie Way]
Sick fantasy
Keep it real close to your chest
I'm riding backseat to the feelings filling my head
Yeah, villainy
You know I like to keep some real bad company
Brushing a knife to your neck
[Pre-Chorus: Sam Matlock & Milkie Way]
Maybe I'm sick, maybe I'm already dead
'Cause I'm not really scared of what comes next (No)
Maybe I'm sick, maybe I'm fucked in the head
'Cause I'm not really scared of the consequence

[Chorus: Milkie Way & Sam Matlock]
Play with fire and you'll get burned
Everybody rolls the dice and it's your turn
You put the gun to your head, all I did was pull the trigger
So don't ask for my pity when I'm not the only sinner (No)

[Bridge: Sam Matlock]
There's no meaning, so we're all just feeling while we're livin' with the devils in our head
There's no meaning, so we're all just feeling while we're sleeping with the devils in our bed
There's no meaning so we're all just feeling while we're livin' with the devils in our head
There's no meaning so we're all just feeling while we're sleeping with the devils in our bed, oh

[Breakdown: Sam Matlock & Milkie Way]
Breathe it in
Sipping on a semblance of sin
Taste so thin
You tell yourself it's just another bad day, caught up in a bad way
Caught up in the wrong time, wrong place, how's that taste?
Taste so thin
You know it'll happen, happen again