Devil's Hold - J.Pappas, Lizzy McAlpine

Hear the beat knock

As the heart stops

See the beast in the clean top

Making jaws drop

To the bottom of the barrels where we drink

Turn the water into wine

To get my finest couple hours for the night

The devil’s music is a light

Intoxicated by the room

Boom banging, out the roof

Red the colour of the moon

Jerusalem could never bloom

In such a presence that consumes

Feeble minds, is only destined to submit

And so we lose

World of fools

Still I’m

Looking for quick thrills, in my head there’s something missing

I’m in need of repentance, Mama thinks I’m not a christian

Really, I wrestle religion

Holy spirit guide my soul and keep me distanced

Need to get out of his hold, I see him grinning

Someone save me

Pre-Chorus

I like the pain

And I like you

But the devil’s got a hold on me too

I’d like to think

That I love you

But the devil doesn’t play with fools

Chorus

All puppets to the darkness, woah

Making a deal for the heartless souls

All good, all well

You should fold

Make it hard for me to break these walls

All puppets to the darkness, woah

Making a deal for the heartless souls

All good, all well

You should fold

Make it hard for me to break these walls

Verse 2

Eyes meet

Go toe to toe, sell your soul

For a fix of meaningless needs

A breeze

In the crevices of the dome piece

Alone these

Are the streets of temptation

We all face it

Forget the grace, back to the race

All we want is that first place medal

We do what it takes

Push others out the way

Then write them off as mistakes

The stakes are high

And pride can make the kings fall

Ring, calling out to get this big brawl started

On my knees, I got my hands cuffed

Need to put them both together, this world is full of bad luck

Exert the pressure, there’s no blood upon my hands bruh

The serpent slithers

Makes its way into the grand bluff

Pre-Chorus

I like the pain

And I like you

But the devil’s got a hold on me too

I’d like to think

That I love you

But the devil doesn’t play with fools

Chorus

All puppets to the darkness, woah

Making a deal for the heartless souls

All good, all well

You should fold

Make it hard for me to break these walls

All puppets to the darkness, woah

Making a deal for the heartless souls

All good, all well

You should fold

Make it hard for me to break these walls