This fire inside me,
it burns with the flame of a thousand rectangular suns.
I'm here for a purpose,
but is all this worth it to dance between demons and nuns?
Lights out, hands in fists, up we play to win.
With angels at my back and the devil by my side,
into the darkness we ride.
Our fire is burning,
but we're ever learning,
so many wish to snuff it out.
But with one stroke of lightning,
when riot's inciting,
we all turn our heads up and shout.
Lights out, hands in fists, up we play to win.
With angels at my back and the devil by my side,
into the darkness we ride.
I
fear that this journey's last path on a
gunning will carry me straight to my grave.
And the strong as I'm standing without waist
demanding that my soul's burnt to fire,
I say,
it's why we sing.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
I fear that we'll start to heretic dust,
with our full wonder and hands like thunder,
we'll turn all your ashes to dust.
Lights out, hands in fists, up we play to win.
With angels at my back and the devil by my side.
With angels at my back and the devil by my side.
With angels at my back and the devil by my side.
Into the darkness we ride.
Into the darkness we ride.
We ride.
We ride.
We ride.