The Story
The Devil Knows My Name
The past can know exactly who you are without deciding who you become.
The past can know exactly who you are without deciding who you become.
The past can know exactly who you are without deciding who you become.
I never went looking for the devil... Guess I didn't have to.
I learned young how a good man bends, How a little white lie turns into sin. How one bad night turns into ten, And you quit asking where you've been. I wore my pride like a loaded gun, Burned every bridge when I should've run. Thought I was fast, thought I was free, Till something in the dark started following me.
I don't hear footsteps. I don't see flames. But when the room gets quiet... Somebody whispers my name.
The devil knows my name, Knows every road I've taken. Every promise that I buried, Every heart I've left breaking. I never signed no paper, Never danced inside his flames. But I've spent enough nights in the darkness... The devil knows my name. Yeah... The devil knows my name.
There's a cross around my neck these days, Not because I've earned that kind of grace. It's there to remind me when I lose my way There's still a line I don't have to cross today. I've slept where neon never dies, Watched sunrise through bloodshot eyes. And every mirror tells the truth: You can't blame hell For the hell you choose.
Maybe evil ain't a stranger Standing somewhere dressed in red. Maybe it's the little voice You learn to carry in your head. Maybe hell ain't underneath us. Maybe sometimes hell's the place A man builds with his own two hands... Then begs God to help him escape.
Yeah, the devil knows my name, Knows exactly where I've been. Knows every door I've kicked wide open, Waiting for me to walk back in. But knowing me ain't owning me. And tonight that changes things. He can call me from the darkness... I don't have to answer him. Yeah, the devil knows my name... But God knows it too.
Let him keep calling. I'm still driving.