The Devils

We are the trade ins The souls that needed saving Counting on a tired god Who didn't really want the job If he's on vacation As I wait to be taken Then nothing really matters now So what am I so worried about? No more sunny days, I can report There's clouds in all directions Full speed ahead Because I know the storm like the back of my hand And I go to pieces every time Anybody needs me? 'Cause I, I'm trying to understand The shame and the box it came in Hold on tight 'Cause trouble is creeping near Hell's gotta be empty 'Cause the devils are all up here When my getaway was in full swing The ground just started shaking The children wept Would have thought it was a nightmare if ever I slept And I go to pieces every time Anybody needs me? I, I'm trying to understand The shame and the box it came in Hold on tight 'Cause trouble is creeping near Hell's gotta be empty 'Cause the devils are here We are the trade ins The souls that needed saving Counting on a tired god Who didn't really want the job He's on vacation As I wait to be taken Nothing really matters now So what am I so worried about? I go to pieces every time Anybody needs me? I, I'm trying to understand The shame and the box it came in Hold on tight 'Cause trouble is creeping near Hell's gotta be empty 'Cause the devils are all up here