You and me, we run for shelter
Me and you, we talk in rhymes
To prevent this so-called wise man
From blurring the lines,
they're blurring the lines
There's a thousand heads competing
Yeah, they're walking at some speed
To prevent the wrong damnation The penalty fit,
you gotta prepare
Yeah,
you're talking to the devil tonight Yeah,
your throat is by the edge of the knife
We shoot our glimpses out the shimmer
Turning down the devil who flies
That's alright
Overseated at the carpets They've been chasing with no view
Yeah,
the slum police,
they are coming So room for your youth,
yeah,
room for your youth
Yeah,
you're talking to the devil tonight Yeah,
your throat is by the edge of the knife
We shoot our glimpses out the shimmer
Turning down the devil who flies
That's alright Take your time
Come on, won't you make it right?
Yeah,
you're trying to escape the never-ending cycle
Talking to the devil tonight
Yeah, your throat is at the edge of the knife
We shoot our glimpses out the shimmer
Turning down the devil who flies
That's alright
Fighting off the perils of life
Yeah, we'd stop between the truth and the
lies We shoot our glimpses,
yeah,
you caught glimpses Did you catch glimpses?
At the edge, at the edge of the knife