The Devil’s Doorstep

I’ve been dancing on the devil’s doorstep,
barefoot, bleeding, with no regret.
The flames lick my heels, but I don’t care.
The taste of sin is all I crave, and I’m already there.

I hear the whispers of the ones who fell,
calling me to join them in their hell.
Their voices echo, but I stay still,
’cause the devil’s got a bargain, and I’m ready to kill.
The gates swing open with a cruel smile,
and I step inside, even if it’s for a while.

I’m standing on the devil’s doorstep.
Blood on my hands, but I don’t regret.
I’ve danced with the dark. I’ve kissed the flames.
The devil’s got my name.

The faces I’ve betrayed, the lives I’ve torn–
they haunt me now, but I’ve been reborn.
Underneath the weight of every sin I’ve made,
I find my peace in the chaos I’ve laid.

So I’ll take his hand, and I’ll walk the line.
Leave behind the wreckage and walk through time.
He knows my name, he knows my heart,
but I’ve been ready to play this part.

I’ve embraced the fire. Now watch me burn.
Standing on the edge, I’ll never return.
The devil’s doorstep, where I belong.
This is my life, and it’s been so wrong.
But now I’m free, free to decay.
I’ve made my deal, and I’ve chosen to stay.