Album: Seed of Decades
The Devil in the details
The source of shallow graves and ancient oil
Humming inside the engine
Fragments of the things we'll never know
Devil in the details
We've wasted one too many weekends
Whatever happened to our lives
Where have all the prophets/profits gone to
Fortunetellers always have to die
Now fuckin' die!
Devil in the details
We brought the substance
To ease uneasy minds
Waste not, you want some more
Before too short a time
And I will be there inside of you
We'll wash ourselves divine
Cause in the end we realize we know not
We know not what we find
Don't know where to stop begin
Fill the tanks with the fuel of my sin
We've got to keep the engine humming
Don't know where to stop begin
Fill the tanks with the fuel of my sin
We've got to keep the machine moving
Keep that machine moving