The Paris Buns - Turn It Around Lyrics

Fire in the eyes of proselytizers and sympathizers
Hot smoke in my eyes and I choke, stomach acid rises
Right then I'm thrown in the throngs of thick ices
Forged in the villainy of all my nefarious vices

Turn it around on me
And there's no escaping what I see

Bright lights burn out my retinas, reality is black
And I'm back to the fire now, but I wear it like a hat
See, I've thought about hell for too damn long
So no amount of heat is too damn strong

Turn it around on me
And there's no escaping what I see
Turn it around on me
And there's no escaping what I see

Trees turn back to soil in the nighttime
Evaporating as the world goes blind
We sleep as subdivisions pop up in their places
And all I can think to do is make some disappointed faces
Guilt waits without grace and gets up in my face
It ties up my laces and it sends me on my way
So I stumble down the road and I face a darker day
Even darker than space; does that make sense to say
Running from the riots and revolutions in bloom
I hit the bed and make believe that it's my tomb
Sometimes my spirit wants to put up a fight
But other times I'm just happy to make it through the night

Turn it around on me
And there's no escaping what I see
Turn it around on me
And there's no escaping what I see