This state of conflict… makes sense, don’t think about it
I ran away when I was 15; I was dead by 17
I know the world owes me everything
I’m gonna take it, I’m gonna make it
Walking on the warmer stones
Going nowhere, now I’m here
Not a name for what I am
I guess I’m just another demon of mercy
All talk, no action… completely incomplete
Why wish me well when I know exactly what you think?
I came alive when I was 18; You forget- I’m everything
I know the world owes me nothing
So I’ll take it, if I can make it
Walking on the warmer stones
Going nowhere, now I’m here
Not a name for what I am
Your god’s a weapon, he blessed every bullet
Walking on the warmer stones
Going nowhere, now I’m here
Not a name for what I am
I guess I’m just another demon of mercy
Tell me anything, tell me anything
Overrated and under-appreciated
Anything, tell me anything
Before you know it, you’ll be...
Walking on the warmer stones
Going nowhere, now I’m here
Not a name for what I am
Your god’s a weapon, he blessed every bullet
Walking on the warmer stones
Going nowhere, now I’m here
Not a name for what I am
I guess I’m just another demon of mercy
