Whistle in the wind on a summer night with a heat so thick it hums Feel a ragged rhythm inside of my chest that's beating like a kettle drum Gonna lift the latch, fling open the curtains, raise my chest and lift my head Suck the boiling air deep into my lungs, let out a cry that could raise the dead I wanna wake the dead Disturb the beast, shake the part of me that's sleeping, and wake the dead I'm ready to wake the dead Baby tried hard to tame my mess, gave me a roof, 3 meals, 4 walls Said that only he could love me best but now baby's been a long time gone Now demons are only angels with slightly cuter shoes And my demons are not remotely conquered, they've just been barely subdued Heard the siren call of the open sky and now I feel it's time to choose If I run I might not be sure to win but if I stay I'm bound to lose I'm gonna light the match, set off a holy fire, and wake the dead Whistle in the wind on a summer night in a heat so thick it hums Feel a ragged rhythm inside my chest, it's beating... like a god damn drum...