The Evolutionaries - All the Dark Things lyrics

This house is on fire The slaves have found the key Adam's apple is the poison root Of this tree The stink of your skin Reminds me of my own sin There is no way to come clean But to burn everything We k**ed our idols and grew our own wings Traded every thought For all the dark things Let's make this noise last Don't let the dead rest We will have our revenge For kicking us out of Eden The stink of your skin Reminds me of my own sin There is no way to come clean But to burn everything There is no way to come clean But to burn everything Everything We k**ed our idols and grew our own wings Traded every thought For all the dark things We are the puppets who cut their own strings We're the army of All the dark things We k**ed our idols and grew our own wings Traded every thought For all the dark things We are the puppets who cut their own strings We're the army of All the dark things