The Midst of Things

Rollin around in misery

Chest on fire a familiar sting

Smokin’ loud in the mezzanine

Hold it down In the midst of things

All have sinned and fallen short

An undone trial with a wild report

Soak my soul in simple green

A simile for your sympathy

But I didn’t need your love

No I didn’t need your love

Nah

But I’m gonna’ need your love

When I didn’t need your love

Ah

Silent prayers & buddha beads

Keep the devil away from me

A Subtle hint of the potpourri

Hold it down in the midst of things

If I die by the police

Pray the lord my soul is free

Liquid death fructose for free

A simile for your sympathy

But I didn’t need your love

No I didn’t need your love

Nah

But I’m gonna need your love

When I didn’t need your love

Ah