The AC's off in this hot car Sweat pours from my arms Towards my seat and Oh, my god, I think your Fallen wants me Gone
The same sin again This chain digging in to my un-healing skin As laughter in my ear begins
Your Fallen in my head I know You want me dead But this wants me to Live through something worse, I bet And I'm not a gambler Not a thief I don't cause violence I don't lose sleep But in my waking time alone, I hear it like a buzzing phone...