I shared a drink with the Devil, from the skulls of the dead
whiskey and blood soaked our lips as we kissed the decapitated heads
as we hollowed them out once more, we each shared a look and he said.
We both know what all this gore was for, for its the only way the doors are drawn
from where all the wandering souls are called, so do like me and drink some more.
For the first time I saw his drunken sorrow, the blame of today as God gifts tomorrow.
He then refilled our defaced mugs, his head hung low looking to the bottom of his fleshless cup
I turned to see all the bodies piling up behind him, all without his touch
so I asked. Is this all a setup, a coverup.
I saw him smile as he explained, that we each have our roles
2 faces of the same coin, isn't how eternity rolls
for we're all the same beyond the door and times the keyhole
and your sharing a drink with me, because of that key you hold.