the devil you know
is back here again
the devil is stoned
he´s making friends

we move
we break
the sun
with shade

you come
we go
we´re fast
we´re slow

blood on your dress
hole in your sky
blanket is gone
permanent night

we´re glued
we break
we all

dilate

we please
we pain
again

she checks her head
shes in a smoke
figuring which way to turn
now shes got a rope, oh.

we need solutions
a brain megaphone
we need solutions
a brain megaphone

she´s broken your shoes
you look like winter

you´re all in a bruise
handful of splinters

we brood
we flake
we torch
we take

rebound
rebirth
cocooned

I could be wrong
I could be right
do you think we´ll make it
out of here alive

oh we need solutions

a brain megaphone
we need solutions
we got to call this home

she makes me see God
I´m out on a line
anyway the pleasure comes

oh we need solutions
a brain megaphone
we need solutions
we got to call this home