Angel-devil You Spit Fire - I Spit Gasoline
Lean into the sharp points baby let it bleed
The words your most afraid of are the words the world needs
bonded by the beast
bonded by routine
bounded by the feedback
bounded by the green
bonded by the past
bonded by machines
you spit fire I spit gasoline
say nothing that you mean
work to keep the hopeful lean
you're never gonna take us no
we're hip to your scene
no more faithful followers
no more cogs in the machine
another sewn shut eyelid
another sewn shut dream
You break the backs you stand on
pretend the air and water clean
torture everything without a voice like yours
and never say what you mean
I'm searching for the grey now
Looking for the in betweens
I'm not the angel or the devil
You spit fire and I spit gasoline