DESCRIPTION:
Lyrics:

The gospel is the sounds we scream with violent strums on broken strings.
A marching band is a war machine and this devil's sound is saving me.
I repent my sins on vinyl sleeves with tortured tongues and dirty wings.
A broken soul is a symphony and this devil's sound is saving me.
Your heart is allowed to feel something now. Your heart is allowed.
There's a devil in my mouth but salvation in the sound.