Today I saw the devil,
with a cigarette between his lips.
wicked on a new level,
with his hands on my hips.
His gaze left me gasping for air,
with eyes like the twilight of hell.
Skin cold and bare,
I can't let myself fall in love, but I already fell.
His desires were unholy but pure,
walking on rooftops every night.
For him any pain I would endure,
he was such a blasphemous sight.
Our love was truly damned,
but not even death could make us part.
With the mark of suffering binding our hands,
what we had was a rare form of art.
Maybe he was dangerous,
maybe his love was painful.
But don't you remember?
The devil was once an angel.
