My Demons

I am the demolition man
I am the smoking gun
Why is my name in lights when my name is spelt wrong?
Only needs an attitude
A longitude and latitude
They will always find you when your cell phone is on
The satellites in space that spy on us with charm and grace
The middle man, the little man, the butcher and his dog
Turned on my beady eye, no need to wonder why

Go faster, young master, you’re breathing disaster
‘Cause these human hands need a human touch
‘Cause my demons don’t get out that much

The first-world thinkеrs
Behind the blinkers
Thе hand that always tinkers with the bullet and the vest
Wait for the shake-up
The make-up and the break-up
The bursting of the vein that brings the blood to the chest
Ain’t got no appetite
Full up on beans and rice
A belly full of gasoline and a tongue that’s turned black
Don’t leave me all alone
I threw your dog a bone

Go faster, young master, you’re breathing disaster
‘Cause these human hands need a human touch
‘Cause my demons don’t get out that much

What a man to do?
What a man to trust?
We’re not one of you, you’re not one of us
Grinding the bones, breathing the dust
We’re not one of you, you’re not one of us
(Angels gonna burn their wings again)
What a man to do?
What a man to trust?
We’re not one of you, you’re not one of us
(Angels gonna burn their wings again)
Grinding the bones, breathing the dust
We’re not one of you, you’re not one of us

Go faster, young master, you’re breathing disaster
‘Cause these human hands need a human touch
‘Cause my demons don’t get out that much
Go faster, young master, you’re breathing disaster
‘Cause these human hands need a human touch
‘Cause my demons don’t get out that much
‘Cause my demons don’t get out that much