I get a phonecall
most every day
from the devil and me.
can't say i'll escape it
can't say i want to
don't think i'll hangup
the next time he calls.

the day is gray
and i am lost
in a world that fades away
in the endless round
of psycho insomnia
and even when i try
the phone still rings.

last time i woke up
couldn't remember who
i was, where i'm going
and how much blood
was in my pocket
sometimes there's no light
and sometimes it's all black
and a little red
just for good measure.

thought i'd end up different
a little more balanced
with my furniture in all
the right places
for all the right energy
the right velocity
but all it does is take me down
so high below the world
that i can't even see
myself anymore.

i get a phonecall
most every day
from the devil and me.
can't say i'll escape it
can't say i want to
don't know if i'll hang up
next time he calls.