Mama I'm crying different than before

Mama I'm trying picking up the pieces off the floor

And the devil he is different

Than the stories you once told

Oh and the devil I know his name

Around my wrist is where his hand holds

Mama I'm reaching, reaching out for you

Tryna make sense of all these things that he could do

He says I'm nothing

I'm too far in my own head

Oh and the devil I know his name

Around my wrist is where his hand holds

Oh if I go down, if I go down

You know he's coming too

And if he tries to walk away

From the depths of hell I'll make him pay

Mama I'm praying wash away these sins

I'm standing at hell's gates, but they're only taking him

And the devil, yeah, he shows no guilt

There's no pain across his face

Oh and the devil I know his name

It's one these lips will never

Taste