from the bowery to the brimstone

i tried to find your heart

with drugs of initiation

the bottom of a barrel that drops

i understand your causes

sympathize the motivation

but all the details of this war

are just self-infatuation

and it's 1 2 3

nothings for free

4 5 6

pick up the sticks and go home

manic blood runs thick my friend

are you looking for a clean escape

what's left when the locks have all been broken

young children of authority

now how long can you be agile

dancing between the alter and the mercy seat

yeah now here's a chance to make a choice

are you aware of the fire beneath your feet

1 2 3

nothings for free

4 5 6

pick up the sticks and go home

the basement lies within us

our fear comes through the door

now there's nothing left between us

as the fear becomes a roar

once that wheel is in motion

don't you lose what you have found

i'm talking about that burning wheel of tongues

everything that makes it go round and round

we're all born in the devils scorn

they want to see you die

i'm asking you are you true

everything they say is a lie

it's a lie

1 2 3

nothings for free

4 5 6

pick up the sticks and go

1 2 3

nothings for free

4 5 6

pick up the sticks and go

1 2 3

(we're all born)

nothings for free

(in the devils scorn)

1 2 3

(we're all born)

nothings for free

(in the devils scorn)

everything they say it's a lie

(we're all born)

it's a lie now

(in the devils scorn)

everything they say it's a lie

it's a lie now

pick up the sticks

(pick up the sticks) -aca