Devil for the Fire - Vundabar

Lyrics by：Brandon Hagen/Zack Abramo/Drew McDonald

Composed by：Brandon Hagen/Zack Abramo/Drew McDonald

I can't see the devil for the fire

Sitting in the back all quiet and polite

Room filled up with the smell of burning tires

Demons be gone it's the season of the fly

Begone Demons be gone

Begone Demons be gone

Laid waste crater face

Humming of the highway

Head becomes the hand becomes the knife becomes the mind

Hazmat-psychic-suit sweeping through the siding

I wanna be reborn but how many times do I gotta die

Begone Demons be gone

Begone Demons be gone