Lyrics

I came stumbling into this world, bruised from the start,

Born into halos that don’t have room for my heart.

They preach perfection, say it’s in their veins,

While I’m crawling through mud, shackled in chains.

I get it—I’ve faltered; I’ve fallen; I’ve failed,

But I never said I wanted their righteous grail.

They wield their wings, while I wear my shame,

And in their stories, I’m the devil they blame.
(Pre-Chorus)

I’ve never claimed to walk free of sin;

I’ve never said I deserved to win.

But saints they are, or so they cry,

And I’m the dumbass devil they spit on the sly.
(Chorus)

Go on, call me the black sheep, call me every name,

Say I’m the devil in their holy game.

But devils can still dream, devils can still fight,

And this "dumbass" will burn into the night.

Let their angels spread wings and fly so high,

But I’ll be the sky they can’t deny.
(Verse 2)

Yeah, I’ve made bad calls—hell, I own that truth,

Like shards of glass from a reckless youth.

Still, every misstep is tattooed on my back,

While their saintly armor never seems to crack.

I gave up my dreams, I carried their weight,

Kept swallowing fire they’d regurgitate.

And every time I rose to prove my worth,

They mocked me harder, “How’s hell down on earth?”
(Refrain)

I stood by their sides, through it all I cared,

But now I see, their mercy’s never been spared.

I’m the pebble in their shoe, the stitch that frays—

The person they blame at the end of their days.
(Chorus)

Go on, call me the black sheep, the bastard of fate,

The fool who’s always a step too late.

Say I’m the devil, dumb and deranged,

But I’d rather be flawed than brittle and chained.

Let them rise, their shiny halos aglow,

But I’m the truth beneath, the shadow they know.
(Bridge)

Oh, the scars run deep, but still I rise,

From the ashes of their judgment, beyond their cries.

They call me a devil—fine, let it be,

But dumbass or not, at least I’m free.

I loved them too hard, that was my sin,

But I’ll no longer beg to be let in.
(Breakdown)

Burn their fragile praise, burn their empty prayers!

I’ll climb my mountains, I’ll tear their stares.

Blade after blade, every word like a whip,

But I’m still here, I’ll never slip.

I’m not a saint—I never claimed the role,

But every “devil” they’ve damned still has a soul.
(Final Chorus)

I’ve been the black sheep, the outcasted flame,

They curse my rebellion, but I own the name.

A devil, a dreamer, flawed and unclear,

But I’ll take their insults and turn them to cheer.

Let them shout their gospel, tell their angelic tales,

But I’ll weather their storms, even when it hails.
(Outro)