Want to say man down but I act fine
I'll just man up and never ask why
They get drive around in the back nine
I got to go back nine, months ago and but I had a bad time
Because it seem to me
I got a PHD, PTSD, and it's STD
You can just do you, and you'll be clean
Or you can follow suit, and you'll be king
The fighting is Pitchforks and Wings
I got devils, and demons
A hell full, they treating
My soul, and feelings
Like combat zone, or fields and
They out here, and beefing
Without fear, of searing
With angles, and conscience
Just fables and nonsense
But something, is stopping
Me from, just walking
And leaving, what is it
A freedom, or sentence
Because I got bite marks on my hands and feet
But my left side says it's a fantasy
Or the right would have victory
Now come on meat I'm ready to eat
Feels like I'm yin yang like it's two sides
And they tore me apart like who lied
On one of my half's it's way too quiet
And the other says I'm just your mind
Apparently the right says suit tie
I didn't hear that but no prove resides
They say the left wants a super time
But it sounds to me more like suicide
Where do I, go with this stuff
So much baggage, it's to hard to lift up
And my past is, well vicious
And it's attacking, my existence
Now I'm trapped in, a repetitious
And taxing, system
Contrasting, religion
Or just asking for forgiveness
I got devils, and demons
A hell full, they treating
My soul, and feelings
Like combat zone, or fields and
They out here, and beefing
Without fear, of searing
With angles, and conscience
Just fables and nonsense
But something, is stopping
Me from, just walking
And leaving, what is it
A freedom, or sentence
Because I got bite marks on my hands and feet
But my left side says it's a fantasy
Or the right would have victory
Now come on meat I'm ready to eat
Devils on one side talking super loud
And he undermines all the truth with doubt
Now I can't here God just a booming sound
No more thoughts of freedom because they shoot them down
I'm getting glimpses of a ruined town
This could be me if I don't get through the cloud
So it's time to make a choice either lucifers crown
Or turn to Jesus and I need to choose now
Look you need to pray for me because I'm gone
Satans on the phone
And faith is on hold
As I'm making this song
Patients on the low
Thinking that I know
That grace wins all along
And it's taking me home
Through the
I got devils, and demons
A hell full, they treating
My soul, and feelings
Like combat zone, or fields and
They out here, and beefing
Without fear, of searing
With angles, and conscience
Just fables and nonsense
But something, is stopping
Me from, just walking
And leaving, what is it
A freedom, or sentence
Exiles - Pitchfork and Wings Lyrics
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Want to say man down but I act fine
I'll just man up and never ask why
They get drive around in the back nine
I got to go back nine, months ago and but I had a bad time
Because it seem to me
I got a PHD, PTSD, and it's STD
You can just do you, and you'll be clean
Or you can follow suit, and you'll be king
The fighting is Pitchforks and Wings
I got devils, and demons
A hell full, they treating
My soul, and feelings
Like combat zone, or fields and
They out here, and beefing
Without fear, of searing
With angles, and conscience
Just fables and nonsense
But something, is stopping
Me from, just walking
And leaving, what is it
A freedom, or sentence
Because I got bite marks on my hands and feet
But my left side says it's a fantasy
Or the right would have victory
Now come on meat I'm ready to eat
Feels like I'm yin yang like it's two sides
And they tore me apart like who lied
On one of my half's it's way too quiet
And the other says I'm just your mind
Apparently the right says suit tie
I didn't hear that but no prove resides
They say the left wants a super time
But it sounds to me more like suicide
Where do I, go with this stuff
So much baggage, it's to hard to lift up
And my past is, well vicious
And it's attacking, my existence
Now I'm trapped in, a repetitious
And taxing, system
Contrasting, religion
Or just asking for forgiveness
I got devils, and demons
A hell full, they treating
My soul, and feelings
Like combat zone, or fields and
They out here, and beefing
Without fear, of searing
With angles, and conscience
Just fables and nonsense
But something, is stopping
Me from, just walking
And leaving, what is it
A freedom, or sentence
Because I got bite marks on my hands and feet
But my left side says it's a fantasy
Or the right would have victory
Now come on meat I'm ready to eat
Devils on one side talking super loud
And he undermines all the truth with doubt
Now I can't here God just a booming sound
No more thoughts of freedom because they shoot them down
I'm getting glimpses of a ruined town
This could be me if I don't get through the cloud
So it's time to make a choice either lucifers crown
Or turn to Jesus and I need to choose now
Look you need to pray for me because I'm gone
Satans on the phone
And faith is on hold
As I'm making this song
Patients on the low
Thinking that I know
That grace wins all along
And it's taking me home
Through the
I got devils, and demons
A hell full, they treating
My soul, and feelings
Like combat zone, or fields and
They out here, and beefing
Without fear, of searing
With angles, and conscience
Just fables and nonsense
But something, is stopping
Me from, just walking
And leaving, what is it
A freedom, or sentence
I'll just man up and never ask why
They get drive around in the back nine
I got to go back nine, months ago and but I had a bad time
Because it seem to me
I got a PHD, PTSD, and it's STD
You can just do you, and you'll be clean
Or you can follow suit, and you'll be king
The fighting is Pitchforks and Wings
I got devils, and demons
A hell full, they treating
My soul, and feelings
Like combat zone, or fields and
They out here, and beefing
Without fear, of searing
With angles, and conscience
Just fables and nonsense
But something, is stopping
Me from, just walking
And leaving, what is it
A freedom, or sentence
Because I got bite marks on my hands and feet
But my left side says it's a fantasy
Or the right would have victory
Now come on meat I'm ready to eat
Feels like I'm yin yang like it's two sides
And they tore me apart like who lied
On one of my half's it's way too quiet
And the other says I'm just your mind
Apparently the right says suit tie
I didn't hear that but no prove resides
They say the left wants a super time
But it sounds to me more like suicide
Where do I, go with this stuff
So much baggage, it's to hard to lift up
And my past is, well vicious
And it's attacking, my existence
Now I'm trapped in, a repetitious
And taxing, system
Contrasting, religion
Or just asking for forgiveness
I got devils, and demons
A hell full, they treating
My soul, and feelings
Like combat zone, or fields and
They out here, and beefing
Without fear, of searing
With angles, and conscience
Just fables and nonsense
But something, is stopping
Me from, just walking
And leaving, what is it
A freedom, or sentence
Because I got bite marks on my hands and feet
But my left side says it's a fantasy
Or the right would have victory
Now come on meat I'm ready to eat
Devils on one side talking super loud
And he undermines all the truth with doubt
Now I can't here God just a booming sound
No more thoughts of freedom because they shoot them down
I'm getting glimpses of a ruined town
This could be me if I don't get through the cloud
So it's time to make a choice either lucifers crown
Or turn to Jesus and I need to choose now
Look you need to pray for me because I'm gone
Satans on the phone
And faith is on hold
As I'm making this song
Patients on the low
Thinking that I know
That grace wins all along
And it's taking me home
Through the
I got devils, and demons
A hell full, they treating
My soul, and feelings
Like combat zone, or fields and
They out here, and beefing
Without fear, of searing
With angles, and conscience
Just fables and nonsense
But something, is stopping
Me from, just walking
And leaving, what is it
A freedom, or sentence
Writer: William Newsome
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