Into Your Veins - Five Iron Frenzy

To steal the wind from your lungs

To take the breath from your lips

I am trafficking bliss

I sell wholesale with a kiss

I am a dealer of words

I’ll suck the buzz from your scene

And sell it right back to you

Before I get away clean

Before I get away clean

This is your stereo

And your speakers are blown

In this scenario

We are the Guns of Navarone

This is a mutiny

This is a masquerade

This is the pin pulling from a ticking hand grenade

Shoot each word into your veins

Sing until you can’t feel pain

You’re going down hard

You’re going down fast

You’re going down like this might be your last

We are your own parasite

A wind blown pilot light

Sinking like a lead balloon

Something you cooked in a spoon

This a firing line

This is Sweet Caroline

This is a slot machine

This is a prison camp

Minus any Steve McQueen

To bind up the brokenhearted

We came here to bleed

To bind up the brokenhearted

You know what you need