Hanging On

You’ve come into my home
broken and scared
you’ve made a deal with the devil
now he wants your soul
and you’re hanging on, hanging on

you’ve made a deal with the devil
and he is coming for your soul.

Was a time things were under control
you didn’t want or need much
but you wanted fame and in exchange
you made a deal for your soul
and you’re hanging on, hanging on
and he is coming for your soul.

Fame wasn’t what you imagined
you became afraid up on the stage
you felt the devil had reneged
on his part of the deal
and now you’re hanging on, hanging on
but he said he wants your soul.

Like a vortex in a storm
you brought a vacuum in your wake,
everything in your path
gets sucked in and destroyed
but you're hanging on, hanging on
with Satan at your feet.

You reached out to touch me
with hands as cold as ice
You bent down to kiss me
lips chapped and breath not so nice
but you’re hanging on, hanging on
and I won’t let you go.