I Heard The Devil Say My Name Quiet Company

Call it what you want
Is it a golden age?
Or just everybody seeing what they want?
Oh, it’s hard to say
Yeah I was thinking maybe I was born to be a smaller flame
Might light the path of fewer men but keeps the fear at bay
And don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid

I once had my hands on a heart that beat
With every breath I’d breathe
So consistently
Now I have got my hands on a heart that bleeds
I got a heart that leaks
So uncontrollably

I know you’re probably tired
Of all the jokes I tell
I know you’ve heard ’em all a million times
And they don’t age well
Well if you wanna know the truth sometimes I tire of them myself
If you wanna know the truth I fear I dried the well
When I could not be someone else
And now to pay for all my sins
I’ll never make you laugh again