The devil is in the details, and I’m the devil now.
And you’re hooked on the details, but not on the devil.
Yet you keep searching, lighting the outside, forgetting about the inside.
And I’m not in your details, and now you’re my devil.
This judgement call brought no temperance, no strength, no magic.
This judgement call has me hanged upside down, and dying.
No justice, no peace, my crystal tower tumbling.
No wisdom, no truth, no hope, but your love is humbling.
I love you, but now how you want it.
I’m what you want, but now how you want it.