Even in the holidays I can feel your burning hell Etching up rusty maps that take you to nowhere It hits you sideways but you feel it in the back Hidden in the coattails of a long remembered trial
Oh I hear the devils being called And you, you are inspired by it all
Finding a response is like purchasing a prayer Stumbling around somewhere looking for a place to sit Where are you looking to when the temperature is rising? And who are you looking to in the darkness of your age?
Oh I hear the devils being called And you, you are inspired by it all
You know that that things we say cut through the air like a cold wind calling I know that the highway steam runs through our veins at the break of reason