A Devil In My Mouth

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.