Demons - Strung Out

You build my churches with the bones of skeletons and fire

You’re a modern day catastrophe

Weaponized in style

Bury this

In the machinery of time

All the nations that I burn cry out in streets of fire

Calibrated visions in my mind

Here we rise

We fall

In grey we fade away

Nothing burns like freedom when we got nothing to say

And do you know who are

Show me something more than scars

In ceremonies of all this wasted time

We are nothing more than

Spirits in decline

Resurrected deities are nailed to your floor

Like the skin of your profession I am an amputee of war

My heart and mind won’t reconcile these distances of time

At the bottom of the sea

Everything I own takes me farther from my home

The ocean at my feet wants me to drown

My Gods are all around me

Just don’t let em think I know

And I’m appetite like the heroin of love

Cross sections of the human mind

Fortify the beats within

There’s no more room left underground

You can’t afford the cage you’re in

Demons of Los Angeles