The Holdouts - The Devil's in the Details

I'm not dumb enough to think I'm in the right
Or too thick to spew some moral plight
But I run with crowds not of this Earth
To review my sins, I'll be the first

To you my word it ain't worth much
But you know I'm true from taste to touch
We are the ones you root for on the screen
Yeah grip that halo until it screams

Forgettable people from memorable times
Nothing's missing from this new timeline
So dig your grave and sing my song
You're exactly where you belong

So please allow me to introduce myself
I'm the man you wanted so bad to be
Every little thing you're weak mind hates
Is exactly why I feel so free

I couldn't be more happy
To have you in my stead
Cause I'm home now, in the red

If it's too hot down here for you
Then keep your distance
Cause I got hell in my pocket

Hypocrites try to hypnotize
You can play the victim or terrorize
Both you and I know where we once stood
We ain't saints, just devils up to no good

I finally feel like myself today
And I'm happier than I could explain
This time has healed me of my wounds
But I'll take them with me to the tomb

I couldn't be more happy
To have you in my stead
Cause I'm home now, in the red

If it's too hot down here's for you
Then keep your distance
Cause I got hell in my pocket

Written by:
The Holdouts

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find

The Holdouts

The Holdouts

View Profile
Warpaint Warpaint