Waking up in a cold sweat
Everything is in wreckage
I'm stuck in self-inflicted torment
I need something to help me forget
Cycle of sin

Searching for comfort in the low light of hotel rooms, whiskey bottles, and the smell of perfume
Come take a walk out on the dark side and let it loose
Submit your worries to the night and be whoever you choose
I feel like God beneath the spotlight in crowded rooms, selling my pain to you
Charisma's masks' name is Jack, and there's not a thing that he can't do

The devil's in my blood
The devil's in my blood
The devil's in my blood
The devil's in my blood
At least we're having fun
At least we're having fun
At least we're having fun
I hope you're having fun

Hope you're entertained now, but the truth is
I don't want to think, and I don't want to feel
Sometimes I want to throw my body through the windshield
And let them clean up the mess that lives inside of my head
Alive or dead I'll still end up on the pavement, so fuck it

Uppers to wake up
Downers to fall asleep
Stuck in a cycle of sin, trying to find my peace
Cheap thrills, stimulation, debauchery
Been running for so long
I think it's caught up to me

Fuck
It caught up to me, so now I'm running again
If I get sober then my songs might sound like shit
And they'll say I've lost it
And let them clean up the mess that lives inside of my head
Alive or dead I'll still end up on the pavement, so fuck it

Uppers to wake up
Downers to fall asleep
Stuck in a cycle of sin, trying to find my peace
Cheap thrills, stimulation, debauchery

Been running for so long
I think it's caught up to me
Are you having fun?
Are you having fun?
Are you having fun?
Tell me you're having fun, and I won't give this up

I won't give this up
Don't want to give this up
I'm scared to give this up
No escape from the pain
Submit your worries to the night
Anything to fill this fucking void again
Fuck it

Stuck in the void again
Cycle of sin
But the only thing I've lost is a stable grip on a past that haunts me
The cycle never stops
When night comes, nothing cuts me off
I don't want to think, and I don't want to feel
Sometimes I want to throw my body through the windshield