Devices Songtext
von Chris Dupont

Cradle your cold devices
Cling to your guarantees
But no man shall lord his crisis over me

You′re bruised at the ribs and ankles
By burdens you live beneath
But I keep a greater weapon
No one can seize from behind my teeth


Oooh... All your daughters are calling for armistice
Oooh... Nobody's gonna hurt me, no not like this

You′ve guarded your territory
By drawing the darkest lines
You tell me we bear a target I've yet to find

My friend can we cool the fever
That's feeding your... reverie
You′ve worshipped the preservation
Of your own flesh, belongings and beliefs