Devil Dancing from meditation by Damian Lopez

Your eyes are blooming in the dark,
I can feel your body heat up, yeah
Heat up
I can feel your sunshine rising in your skin
Your glass is shattering the more that I dance

I’m not the type of person to be played when I’m in love
And it’s not that really complicated when she says there’s no fault
But it’s not that simple, when she pops me like a pimple
I’m laying dead on the concrete floor right now

The devil’s dancing in my head
Waiting for the day I’m dead, oh
Cause she’s looking really pretty with her peach lips, woah
The devil’s dancing in my head
Waiting for the day I’m dead, oh
Cause I’m looking really stupid when she makes me go soft

Her eyes are glowing in the dark,
Smoking like a pack of cigarettes
She tries her best to show off
Skills, she kills, she makes the deals.
Desperation grows inside her inner mind
She brags about the men she plays
She trades them off like cards

I’m not the type of person to be played when I’m in love
And it’s not that really complicated when she says there’s no fault
But it’s not that simple, when she pops me like a pimple.
I’m laying dead on the concrete floor right now.

The devil’s dancing in my head
Waiting for the day I’m dead, oh
Cause she’s looking really pretty with her peach lips, woah
The devil’s dancing in my head
Waiting for the day I’m dead, oh
Cause I’m looking really stupid when she makes me go soft

What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?

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