Pink Fuel, Black Heart

There are things beneath the world That have no names we understand I've heard one breathing in the dark I've felt its fingers on my hand I thought it wanted something sacred Turns out, it wanted something else It came to me without a sound When all the lights had flickered out A shape that swallowed up the room A pulse beneath the floorboards' gloom It spoke in rhythms, low and slow Of ancient debts I didn't owe It promised strength against the day And asked that I should let it stay I asked it what it wanted It answered with a hiss I've made a few bad choices But this one might be it Pink fuel, black heart Something stirring in the dark It takes its place, it claims its due And leaves me changed in ways I never knew Pink fuel, black heart I should have known right from the start Some things you wake, you can't undo Some things just keep on calling you It follows me through every day It has a most particular way Of making its displeasure known When I leave the poor thing home It doesn't care for grand displays It has no interest in my praise It wants one thing, and one alone And frankly, I'd have guessed by now The terms were never written The price was never clear But every time I think I'm free The calling reappears Pink fuel, black heart Something stirring in the dark It takes its place, it claims its due And leaves me changed in ways I never knew Pink fuel, black heart I should have known right from the start Some things you wake, you can't undo Some things just keep on calling you I've tried to understand its nature I've considered the old texts I've searched for signs of possession I've even looked into the cost of an exorcism Then I checked the price at the servo Honestly, that might be worse IT WANTS ITS DUE! IT WANTS ITS SHARE! IT DOESN'T CARE! IT DOESN'T CARE! I'VE SEEN ITS FACE! I KNOW ITS NAME! I KEEP COMING BACK! I'M THE ONE TO BLAME! It's Pipeline Punch. Monster Energy. The pink one. Pink fuel, black heart Something stirring in the dark It takes its place, it claims its due And leaves me changed in ways I never knew Pink fuel, black heart I should have known right from the start Some things you wake, you can't undo Some things just keep on calling you They were out of the big cans, though.