歌词
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
Written by: RR
