This track moves through the world quietly, tracing the way darkness can blend into everyday life without ever announcing itself. It tells of a presence that wears familiar faces, speaks in gentle tones, and slips past defenses while pretending to belong. There’s a constant tension between comfort and unease, between what feels safe and what slowly takes hold beneath the surface. The atmosphere is haunting and intimate, inviting the listener to lean in and question how often we mistake subtle danger for something harmless — or even familiar.

Dieser Song wandert leise durch vertraute Räume und zeigt, wie sich Dunkelheit unauffällig in den Alltag mischt. Er erzählt von einer Präsenz, die bekannte Gesichter trägt, sanft spricht und sich einschleicht, ohne Widerstand auszulösen. Zwischen Nähe und Unbehagen entsteht eine stetige Spannung, zwischen dem, was tröstlich wirkt, und dem, was sich langsam unter die Haut schiebt. Die Stimmung ist düster und intim und lädt dazu ein, genauer hinzuhören – und zu hinterfragen, wie oft wir das Gefährliche für harmlos oder sogar vertraut halten.

Devil’s Grin

I’ve seen it ride in with the morning news
Wrapped in smiles and shiny shoes
It hums in neon at the county fair
Sells you dreams from a velvet chair

It wears a badge, it wears a suit
It prays at night in polished boots
It doesn’t knock, it doesn’t ask
It slides right in behind your mask

It’s in the air, it’s in your skin
It slips beneath, it crawls within
Not loud, not proud, just paper-thin
The devil don’t shout
He just grins

It danced in Paris, 1942
It watched from windows in Kathmandu
It smiled beneath a preacher’s hat
It stood behind you when you sat

It hummed through wires in lower Manhattan
When towers fell like paper in satin
It brushed your sleeve, you looked away
And told yourself it’s just one day

It’s in the air, it’s in your skin
It slips beneath, it crawls within
Not loud, not proud, just paper-thin
The devil don’t shout
He just grins

You think you’d know him if he came
But evil rarely signs its name
It’s a whisper, not a flame
A sweet voice saying who’s to blame

It’s in the wind, it’s in the rain
It dances soft through joy and pain
Not loud, not proud, but always there
The devil wears what people wear

So say your prayers and lock your door
But know he’s slept there once before


Devil’s Grin

BRO