The devil you know is back here again devil is stoned - he's making friends
We move we break we're sun we're shade -
you come you go we're fast we're slow
Blood on your dress hole in your sky -
blanket has gone to permanent night
We're glued we break we're all dilate
we please we pain...again

She checks her head - she's in the smoke
Figuring which way to turn now she's got the rope, oh
We need solutions - a brain megaphone
We need solutions - a brain megaphone

You've 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 from hurt

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

We need solutions a brain megaphone
We need solutions we need to call home
A brain megaphone

She makes me see God
I'm out on a line
Any way the pleasure comes

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