Devices

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 --- Devices - Chris DuPont