 Cause the devil is alive. At times I feel like everything around just wants to hold me down. Try to find a way out, but I'm never getting close enough. Every night I stay out, but I never seem to sober down. Home is what you make it, but I think my search is over now. My heart fell apart, now I'm picking up the pieces. Play my part from the start, while I'm battling my demons. And my art comes in part from every single painful reason. And I want to restart, but shit keeps changing with the seasons. Playtime.