Lyrics:

Even in the holidays, I can feel your burning hell
Etching up rusty maps that take you to nowhere
It hits you sideways, but you feel it in the back
Hidden in the coattails of a long-remembered trial
Oh, I hear the devil's being called
And you, you are inspired by it all
Finding responses like purchasing a prayer
Stumbling around somewhere looking for a place to sit
Where are you looking to when the temperature is rising
And who you're looking for in the darkness of your age
Oh, I hear the devil's being called
And you, you are inspired by it all
Oh, I hear the devil's being called
And you, you are inspired by it all
You know, you know that the things we say
Cut through the air like a cold wind calling
You know, you know that the things we say
Cut through the air like a cold wind calling
I know, I know that the highway steam
Runs through our veins at the break of reason
I know, I know that the highway steam
Runs through our veins at the break of reason
You know, you know that the things we say
Cut through the air like a cold wind calling
I know, I know that the highway steam
Runs through our veins at the break of reason
You know, you know that the things we say
Cut through the air like a cold wind calling
I know, I know that the highway steam
Runs through our veins at the break of reason
You know, you know that the things we say
Cut through the air like a cold wind calling
I know, I know that the highway steam
Runs through our veins at the break of reason
You know, you know that the things we say
Cut through the air like a cold wind calling
I know, I know that the things we say
Cut through the air like a cold wind calling
I know, I know that the highway steam
Runs through our veins at the break of reason
I know, I know that the highway steam
Runs through our veins at the break of reason