Devil on my shoulder, hanging by a thread.
Angel on the other side, trying to get ahead.
Slow burning in the quicksand,
just to help pass the time.
From the yin and yang vibrations,
radiating from my mind.
Double exposure.
Living with troubled composure.
In double exposure.
Gravel's getting mighty loose,
slip it up into park.
Baseline to neutral,
rose colored shades too dark.
City light eyes and a jungle step,
gonna see what we can do.
Whole world looking like a barrel fire,
ancient story, ain't nothing new.
Yeah.
When you find yourself caught between,
the black and the white.
Serotonin kerosene, gonna make it alright.
When you find yourself running low,
on the colors that you need.
Keep searching through that afterglow,
for positivity guaranteed.
Troubled composure.
