Lyrics Seeds of Discord. - Matt Van

All along the city streets
The devil′s coming out to feed
Upon our love, upon our dreams
Upon the blood of you and me

And I
Know not of one solution
As they pray to an illusion
Though nothing ever happens
Anyway

Oh, nothing ever happens
Anyway

All along the city streets
The devil's coming out to feed
Upon our love, upon our dreams
Upon the blood of you and me

And I
Know not of one solution
As they pray to an illusion
Though nothing ever happens
Anyway

Ooh
I′m sewing seeds of discord in my brain
If the answer lies in angels, do I wait?
Or do I fight off all the demons in my way
I just may

As they pray to an illusion
Where nothing ever happens
Anyway

Oh nothing ever happens
Anyway