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Devil feed the fire.
White caps on the widescreen.
Run down in the high beams.
It's all relative I'm finding.
The deeper things are aligning.
Devil Feed The Fire
Sick of love, no push or shove.
Wash away the taste of every drug.
Believing to be a start and the end.
The fire burns inside my head.
Devil feed the fire.
Hold my head under cold water
so I can breathe again.
Choking on the air to find we're somewhere in the weeds.
And these dark and dreary, sombre songs will carry down the river.
Drifting in over my eyes.
Is this just a dream?
Down the way a predatory bath.
The spirits wake from the futures past.
In this wasteland hand in hand
through the dark we walk the path.
Devil feed the fire.
Hold my head under cold water
so I can breathe again.
Choking on the air to find we're somewhere in the weeds.
And these dark and dreary, sombre songs will carry down the river.
Drifting in over my eyes.
Is this just a dream?
Cut the noise.
Stand by.
Staying high
my spirit guide.

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from Predatory Trails of The Spirit, released December 23, 2017

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