Just get me out of this town
lake full of debris and I am starting to drown
Sometimes I can see clearer
Through rear view mirrors
How do I find my destination?
Neither one of us is getting out
You clench your hold like you clench your teeth
And I will send you back to hell
Put your ghosts in the past
Don't put your torment back
When everyone sees and speaks
Based in part by what they themselves believe
I'd Rather see a man of god
So take hold of these demons
But don't let a single one of them leap
(No, no, no, no) Just let them teach
Instead of reading the book (I've read the book)
Try Meeting The Author (I've met the author)
That's my problem, I've had the devil on both sides
With god at the bottom (ughhhh)
He doesn't pick where he stands,
I pick where I place him. More from The Color Morale