This fire inside me,
it burns with the flame of a thousand rectangular suns.
I'm here for a purpose,
but is all this worth it to dance between demons and nuns?
Lights out, hands in fists, up we play to win.
With angels at my back and the devil by my side,
into the darkness we ride.
Our fire is burning,
but we're ever learning,
so many wish to snuff it out.
But with one stroke of lightning,
when riot's inciting,
we all turn our heads up and shout.
Lights out, hands in fists, up we play to win.
With angels at my back and the devil by my side,
into the darkness we ride.
I
fear that this journey's last path on a
gunning will carry me straight to my grave.
And the strong is abstaining with our ways
demanding that my soul's meant to die the same.
It's what we sing.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh,
oh, oh, oh,
oh,
oh.
Oh, oh,
oh, oh,
oh, oh.
that we're starting to heretic us with
that fool wonder it's like turn out your
branches to dust
lots of hands in piss up we play win with angels at my back
in the devil by my side with angels at
my back in the devil by my side with
angels at my back in the devil by my side into the darkness we ride
into the dark we ride we ride