Feed me to the air

I can see it's eating away at you

Blocking the glare

There's no truth in fate

And you can do what you wanna do

But are you better off drowned in the lost and found

With the stubbed out cigarettes

Take a hike blue jean back pockets

And shrug your epaulettes

The blackest blue

The deamon's plight

The hoodoo of the strong

The devil's churn

The turning tide

The earth which we belong

The web we string along

Tumbling up stairs

Swallowing your whispers to cut the queue

A gaze or a glare

Maybe on the other hand I should count on you

But am I better off drowned in the lost and found

With the stubbed out cigarettes

Take a hike blue jean back pockets

And shrug your epaulettes

The blackest blue

The deamon's plight

The hoodoo of the strong

The devil's churn

The turning tide

The earth which we belong

The web we string along

Spun out like the twister

Level all that's in the way

Shoulda loved you like a sister 'stead of trying to steer the train

Spellbound from the blister in the floodlight on the stage

Shoulda loved you like a sister 'stead of rushing for the drain