It Stings

Can't we agree it's unsustainable
All the suspense stings like an animal
Our lizard brains weren't made to handle
The avalanche of bad faith cannibals
We're on the edge
Sliding into theft
That's what you get
The demon's so close I can feel his breath
All the uncertainty is killing me
Even when we win they always try to cheat
It's all too clear we'll never feel release
Anti-climax for all eternity
We're on the edge
Sliding into theft
Well that's what we get
The demon's in now
I feel his breath
That's what we get
The demon's inside
I feel his breath



Credits
Writer(s): Brant Abbitt
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