The Devils
We are the trade ins
The souls that needed saving
Counting on a tired god
Who didn't really want the job
If he's on vacation
As I wait to be taken
Then nothing really matters now
So what am I so worried about?
No more sunny days, I can report
There's clouds in all directions
Full speed ahead
Because I know the storm like the back of my hand
And I go to pieces every time
Anybody needs me?
'Cause I, I'm trying to understand
The shame and the box it came in
Hold on tight
'Cause trouble is creeping near
Hell's gotta be empty
'Cause the devils are all up here
When my getaway was in full swing
The ground just started shaking
The children wept
Would have thought it was a nightmare if ever I slept
And I go to pieces every time
Anybody needs me?
I, I'm trying to understand
The shame and the box it came in
Hold on tight
'Cause trouble is creeping near
Hell's gotta be empty
'Cause the devils are here
We are the trade ins
The souls that needed saving
Counting on a tired god
Who didn't really want the job
He's on vacation
As I wait to be taken
Nothing really matters now
So what am I so worried about?
I go to pieces every time
Anybody needs me?
I, I'm trying to understand
The shame and the box it came in
Hold on tight
'Cause trouble is creeping near
Hell's gotta be empty
'Cause the devils are all up here
The souls that needed saving
Counting on a tired god
Who didn't really want the job
If he's on vacation
As I wait to be taken
Then nothing really matters now
So what am I so worried about?
No more sunny days, I can report
There's clouds in all directions
Full speed ahead
Because I know the storm like the back of my hand
And I go to pieces every time
Anybody needs me?
'Cause I, I'm trying to understand
The shame and the box it came in
Hold on tight
'Cause trouble is creeping near
Hell's gotta be empty
'Cause the devils are all up here
When my getaway was in full swing
The ground just started shaking
The children wept
Would have thought it was a nightmare if ever I slept
And I go to pieces every time
Anybody needs me?
I, I'm trying to understand
The shame and the box it came in
Hold on tight
'Cause trouble is creeping near
Hell's gotta be empty
'Cause the devils are here
We are the trade ins
The souls that needed saving
Counting on a tired god
Who didn't really want the job
He's on vacation
As I wait to be taken
Nothing really matters now
So what am I so worried about?
I go to pieces every time
Anybody needs me?
I, I'm trying to understand
The shame and the box it came in
Hold on tight
'Cause trouble is creeping near
Hell's gotta be empty
'Cause the devils are all up here
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Guglielmo, Jack O'shea, Anthony Raneri, Nick Ghanbarian
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