Solutions

The devil you know

Is back here again

The devil is stoned

He’s making friends

We move

We break

We’re sun we’re shade

You come we go

We’re fast we’re slow

Blood on your dress

Hole in your sky

Blanket is gone

To permanent night

We’re glued

We break

We all dilate

We please

We pain

Again

She checks her head

Shes in the smoke

Figuring which way to turn

Now she’s got the rope

Oh

We need solutions

a brain megaphone

We need solutions

a brain megaphone

You’ve broken your shoes

You look like winter

You’re all in a bruise

Handful of splinters

We brood

We flake

We torch

We take

We’re bound

Rebirth

Cocoon

I could be wrong

I could be right

Do you think we’ll make it out of here alive?

Oh

We need solutions

a brain megaphone

We need solutions

we gotta call this home

She makes me see god

I’m out on a line

Any way the pleasure comes..