Texty: Bush. Golden State. Solutions.

The devil you know
Is back here again
The devil is stoned
He's making friends

We move, we break
The sun we 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
She's in the smoke
Figuring which way to turn
Now she's got a rope oh

We need solutions
A brave megaphone
We need solutions
A brave 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 cocoon

I could be wrong
I could be right
Do you think we'll make it
Out of here alive oh

We need solutions
A brave megaphone
We need solutions
We got a common home
A brave megaphone
A brave megaphone

She makes me see God
I'm out on a line
Anyway the pleasure comes oh

We need solutions
A brave megaphone
We need solutions
We got a common home
Home, home, home, home
Home, home, home