Demons/Heathens Letra

someone repairs the tear to their own skin.
I said, "I might swear twice as much,
but I no longer smoke."
And those two even out, that much I know."

As she measures the distance from the branch to the ground,
she ties the rope and laughs, "If I'm lost at least I'll be found."
We'll raise our glasses and toast to your demise.
We'll let the alcohol purify our lives.
You said, "Here is the truth and the light,
and here are the words to say,
but this is my last stop so find your own way."

Let's raise our glasses and toast to your demise.
Let's raise our glasses and let the alcohol divide.
I'm not convinced you didn't come up with this on your own.

And as this night train rolls like blood through the city's veins.
It makes a constant sound, if you're listening.