Even in the holidays I can feel your burning hell
Etching up rusty maps that take you to nowhere
It hits you sideways but you feel it in the back
Hidden in the coattails of a long remembered trial
Oh I hear the devils being called
And you, you are inspired by it all
Finding a response is like purchasing a prayer
Stumbling around somewhere looking for a place to sit
Where are you looking to when the temperature is rising?
And who are you looking to in the darkness of your age?
Oh I hear the devils being called
And you, you are inspired by it all
You know that that things we say
cut through the air like a cold wind calling
I know that the highway steam
runs through our veins at the break of reason
Etching up rusty maps that take you to nowhere
It hits you sideways but you feel it in the back
Hidden in the coattails of a long remembered trial
Oh I hear the devils being called
And you, you are inspired by it all
Finding a response is like purchasing a prayer
Stumbling around somewhere looking for a place to sit
Where are you looking to when the temperature is rising?
And who are you looking to in the darkness of your age?
Oh I hear the devils being called
And you, you are inspired by it all
You know that that things we say
cut through the air like a cold wind calling
I know that the highway steam
runs through our veins at the break of reason