Derail - Shihad

Abrasive to the touch

All in all in all the same thing now

We are gathered here in nonesuch

Hooks back to the line

And I trip over myself here

And I trip over myself

Something’s stuck in me here

And I can’t get out

Some in paint

Some in blood

Some in makeup

Derail me

Derail me

Derail me

Derail me

To everything

Churn, churn, churn

There is a season

Churn, churn, churn

There is a reason

Churn, churn, churn

This ain’t the time or the place

I am sick of walking into rainbows

I am sick of plugging into rainbows

I am sick of tuning into rainbows

I am sick of turning into rainbows

Some in paint

Some in blood

Some in makeup

Derail me

Derail me

Derail me

Derail me