Brewing Static Lines Lyrics - Singles - Souls In Chains

[Intro][Chris Buck] 

I met the devil in something beautiful 

I heard the softest lullaby 

[Esoterical] 

Shoot down the saints, 

Manic and panicked we traffic our madness for days 

Too many letting' smoke brew static their brain 

I remain tokeless and hopeless to the blazed 

Now to the ways of the dope kids I stay stuck in a daze 

Blue skies above blacktops 

Walk the city block and suddenly the thought struck 

God ain't nothing but a scorekeeper 

Faultless to the sinless as much as the guiltless 

I'm catching my breathe keeping sickness out of my chest 

Feeling like I ruined something beautiful again 

Praying reason won't get nailed in 

Hope sparks and sputters then stops 

Starts then wanders too far 

Hits hard and stays laced with aggression 

In this dead end depression 

Fallen from heavens burned in my reflection 

Cherubs without lessons 

Broken, in need of some saving' 

It's taken some patience 

But truth is I am my own worst demon 

[Chorus][Chris Buck] 

I met the devil in something beautiful 

I heard the softest lullaby 

So soft it made me cry 

And as I prayed to die 

The lights they flickered out 

[Esoterical] 

Dim lit, Like Dante in the comedy 

We wait for the hit 

Streams slide down 

These veins like hurricanes rush without a sound 

Chemicals mix now 

Consciousness is down for the count 

One two, one two 

Exhale and repeat these dream into ground 

Three four three four 

Passed out on the floor 

Cursed by commitment, playing' Russian roulette 

With sterilization and nights in women lacking any safety net 

Taking' steps back from regret to regret 

Its shot gunned to pieces 

And when the preacher speaks his peace 

It's screaming' I don't believe this 

Five six, five six 

Despondent and dauntless 

Crushed cooked and shot quick 

Endorphins running' dry inside hospital ridden state kids 

Seven eight 

Psycho pomp stopped doing the job and the voices strayed off 

Nine 

So lay down to sleep tonight 

With a stomach full of bottled substance 

To welcome death with a count backwards from ten 

[Chorus][Chris Buck] 

I met the devil in something beautiful 

I heard the softest lullaby 

So soft it made me cry 

And as I prayed to die 

The lights they flickered out 

[Esoterical] 

We're a fucking a poison 

I swear to God 

I'm sitting praying screaming we'll begin to die off 

I ain't a fan of territory or soldier mentality 

Truthfully I've seen enough in my family to keep it from me 

We're thieves, liars, and dead beats 

Unplugging the phone lines to keep from credit companies 

Nobody's home, so quit knocking 

You're just talking to the door homie 

Just walk off and stay gone 

We're wasting GED's 

We're teaching kids to beat 

These kids will most likely be 

Exactly as their parents are 

This ain't the way to breed 

Steal when you got to eat 

We're just too blind to see 

That this ain't how to raise your seeds 

I might as well be praying to a wall 

Cause this constant culture got no direction but a downfall 

And I swear to God 

We still are and will always be a fucking poison 

[Chorus][Chris Buck] 

I met the devil in something beautiful 

I heard the softest lullaby 

So soft it made me cry 

And as I prayed to die 

The lights they flickered out