Deamon Strikes - English & Mandella Linkz

So devoted, devouring, delicious The sins that were dead on the vine From the lips to the hips we're complicit In eating the tale each time Keep living in the reverie The future is a memory But now This is the moment when two contradictions collide A place where our better angels have nowhere to fly As the fear boils to the surface From within our lizard brain We go 'round the same old circles thinking now This won't be the same Everyday is the same as we think and we pray It's the same pantomime But the line has been blurred, we are called to the heard As the serpent imbibes Keep living in the memory The future is a memory This is the moment when two contradictions collide A place where our better angels have nowhere to fly As the fear boils to the surface From within our lizard brain We go 'round the same old circles thinking now This won't be the same

Call and congregate Across all our real estate The time has come to strike back at The infernal prince of lies When fear gives in to hate The truth stays out of range But just a little sunlight Can disinfect what clouds their eyes Don't look down We're rising up again To make them say All blood is red to me Hold your breath Cuz we're going under once more Unto the breach of thought and memory Can we repossess The means to be our best Why can't we just go back Before we were whistling past the grave Well it's anybody's guess How we got into this mess But we must search deep down inside To find those led astray Don't look down We're rising up again To make them say All blood is red to me Hold your breath Cuz we're going under once more Unto the breach of thought and memory Of thought and memory Don't look down We're rising up again To make them say All blood is red to me Hold your breath Cuz we're going under once more Unto the breach of thought and memory

The Mona Lucy holy rollin' Don't put your faith in her mood Whatever gets the spirit movin' Just come right out of the blue She wants to nurse that little fire I think she'll burn us all down Please baby keep your feet both on the ground Ooooh, it isn't funny honey Yeah, you got an itchy trigger finger Don't make me pull it for you You've got some splainin' to do You've got some splainin' to do You've got some splainin' to do You've got, you've got, you've got some splainin' to do The Mona Lucy ain't no Marilyn Don't try to skimp on the pay Whoever said this shit's for gentlemen Best get the fuck out her way She always looks for inspiration Amongst the black and the white But her resolve don't come from Nick at Night Ooooh, it isn't money honey Yeah, you are enough to make me linger But if you break all the rules You've got some splainin' to do You've got some splainin' to do You've got some splainin' to do You've got, you've got, you've got some splainin' to do La Madonna, what lies behind your polkadot smile Everyday you are faced with a world That would write you off as just a Stepford Wife But you carry it with savoir faire And a glimmer in your eye Oh no no no, there ain't no runnin' honey Yeah, you got me wrapped around your finger This shit just gets me confused I got some splainin' to do I got some splainin' to do I got some splainin' to do I got, I got, I've got some splainin' to do