Cruel Devices

Early morning rise

The light illuminates your headache

That formed in July

But now you sit empty handed

Is there something wrong?

Your grudge tells it all

Leaves begin to fall

They wilt like your newfound heartache

Is there something wrong?

Your grudge tells it all

Second guessing late night confessions

Confusion sets in no more resting

We're just consumers in a sold out world

Away from the numbers while everything burns

So why

Don't you set it off?

You can strike with your matches

And you keep on holding it like a gun

Your cruel devices

Is there something wrong?

Your grudge tells it all

Seasons are changing worlds rearranging

Mentally draining mentally paining

Your fading memory of a night to remember

Are all ashes formed from the embers

Why

Oh why don't you set it off?

We can strike with your matches

And you keep on holding it like a gun

Your cruel devices

Is there something wrong?

Your grudge tells it all

Is there something wrong? Is there something wrong?

Is there something wrong? Is there something wrong?

Everything's wrong everything's wrong

The people I lost and my happiness gone

Everything's wrong everything's wrong

The person I am is all gone