The Devil - Fero Lux

Healed.

We are healed again.

Built of frail minds, sinking lungs and bodies aching.

This is a match for every empty skull of the families with gasoline eyes.

The smoke is choking me out, but I love it.

Don’t you love it?

When hands guide the hands that hold the throat of our own dissapointment,

we’re all set to choke and we’re the ones who all made the appointment.

Repent.

React.

Forget your promise of Heaven, spitting out what you’ve taken.

Now it’s got you running.

Now it’s louder, but we need it in our lives.

We’ve run out of ground to turn up for the health deprived.

Louder always louder.

You need this in your life, you’ve run out of legs to stand on.

Eat what I prescribe.

Healed, we are healed.

You are the devil and you love it.

Healed, we are healed.

I am the devil and I’m sick of it.

Sick of it.