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