We all walk around with devils in our eyes
We all walk around with devils in our eyes
We are not allowed to speak to those around us in any other tone but the right one
But how we speak is always wrong.
This all evolves into something wicked
We are forced to repent for our nature
We are not allowed to speak of thoughts
But the thoughts are hard to control, hard to overcome.
We must respect.
Or be beaten back down to the place in which we spawned from
We are to blame
With a shaking revolver pointing in our face,
We are screaming out apology after apology
Because every answer is FUCKING WRONG
We shall remain nameless
Soulless, and branded
We migrate to our selected areas
Breed, and restart the cycle
Please excuse the idiosyncrasy
Flaws are common with these membranes
Eyes are stained white
Teeth are stained Red
We all walk around with devils in our eyes
We can only mumble what lies therein
We could have the secrets to the universe,
But tell it to the elders
And they will find the Flaws
Say it is tragic and dismiss you as well
Take back the secrets and begin to tell
We are wrong.
We will be the same.
With eyes painted white, teeth painted red
Brains secreting yellow
Branded skin.
Burned-out Mind.
Cogs in the Machine
How dare you
With a shaking revolver staring back at you
Push your head up against the barrel
And ask for more
Take back what is yours.
With a bang you change history.
Is it always the wrong fucking answer?
We are not allowed to speak to those around us in any other tone but the right one
But how we speak is always wrong.
This all evolves into something wicked
We are forced to repent for our nature
We are not allowed to speak of thoughts
But the thoughts are hard to control, hard to overcome.
We must respect.
Or be beaten back down to the place in which we spawned from
We are to blame
With a shaking revolver pointing in our face,
We are screaming out apology after apology
Because every answer is FUCKING WRONG
We shall remain nameless
Soulless, and branded
We migrate to our selected areas
Breed, and restart the cycle
Please excuse the idiosyncrasy
Flaws are common with these membranes
Eyes are stained white
Teeth are stained Red
We all walk around with devils in our eyes
We can only mumble what lies therein
We could have the secrets to the universe,
But tell it to the elders
And they will find the Flaws
Say it is tragic and dismiss you as well
Take back the secrets and begin to tell
We are wrong.
We will be the same.
With eyes painted white, teeth painted red
Brains secreting yellow
Branded skin.
Burned-out Mind.
Cogs in the Machine
How dare you
With a shaking revolver staring back at you
Push your head up against the barrel
And ask for more
Take back what is yours.
With a bang you change history.
Is it always the wrong fucking answer?