Souls In Chains - Brewing Static Lines lyrics

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Souls In Chains - Brewing Static Lines lyrics

[Intro][Chris Buck] I met the devil in something beautiful I heard the softest lullaby [Esoterical] Shoot down the saints, Manic and panicked we traffic our madness for days Too many letting' smoke brew static their brain I remain tokeless and hopeless to the blazed Now to the ways of the dope kids I stay stuck in a daze Blue skies above blacktops Walk the city block and suddenly the thought struck God ain't nothing but a scorekeeper Faultless to the sinless as much as the guiltless I'm catching my breathe keeping sickness out of my chest Feeling like I ruined something beautiful again Praying reason won't get nailed in Hope sparks and sputters then stops Starts then wanders too far Hits hard and stays laced with aggression In this dead end depression Fallen from heavens burned in my reflection Cherubs without lessons Broken, in need of some saving' It's taken some patience But truth is I am my own worst demon [Chorus][Chris Buck] I met the devil in something beautiful I heard the softest lullaby So soft it made me cry And as I prayed to die The lights they flickered out [Esoterical] Dim lit, Like Dante in the comedy We wait for the hit Streams slide down These veins like hurricanes rush without a sound Chemicals mix now Consciousness is down for the count One two, one two Exhale and repeat these dream into ground Three four three four Pa**ed out on the floor Cursed by commitment, playing' Russian roulette With sterilization and nights in women lacking any safety net Taking' steps back from regret to regret Its shot gunned to pieces And when the preacher speaks his peace It's screaming' I don't believe this Five six, five six Despondent and dauntless Crushed cooked and shot quick Endorphins running' dry inside hospital ridden state kids Seven eight Psycho pomp stopped doing the job and the voices strayed off Nine So lay down to sleep tonight With a stomach full of bottled substance To welcome d**h with a count backwards from ten [Chorus][Chris Buck] I met the devil in something beautiful I heard the softest lullaby So soft it made me cry And as I prayed to die The lights they flickered out [Esoterical] We're a f**ing a poison I swear to God I'm sitting praying screaming we'll begin to die off I ain't a fan of territory or soldier mentality Truthfully I've seen enough in my family to keep it from me We're thieves, liars, and dead beats Unplugging the phone lines to keep from credit companies Nobody's home, so quit knocking You're just talking to the door homie Just walk off and stay gone We're wasting GED's We're teaching kids to beat These kids will most likely be Exactly as their parents are This ain't the way to breed Steal when you got to eat We're just too blind to see That this ain't how to raise your seeds I might as well be praying to a wall Cause this constant culture got no direction but a downfall And I swear to God We still are and will always be a f**ing poison [Chorus][Chris Buck] I met the devil in something beautiful I heard the softest lullaby So soft it made me cry And as I prayed to die The lights they flickered out