Kid Harpoon - Late For Devil

I used to be a Capricorn, stolen, a mother bore me with all her love.
Cavities, and tiny portions, shared amongst my fellow orphans.
One always get away.
Neither eye has grown, a pupil, soggy bones, home is where the heart is.
Wave goodbye and wish good tidings, it was good for while it lasted.
I have been moved along.

Well I suppose, it's better than never my soul, is late for the devil.
I must have missed him calling out.
I smile, for the first time ever, my soul, flies through heaven.
The early bird gets the worm.

No time to lose, I am, new to experienced the ways, of my world.
Feel an awkward breeze, the bending of my knees.
Rejoice, I am at peace.

Well I suppose, it's better than never my soul, is late for the devil.
I must have missed him calling out.
I smile, for the first time ever, my soul, flies through heaven.
The early bird gets the worm.

Do the walls come falling hands. Much too young to understand.
Things don't ever go to plan, I'm upsidedown.
Again... Oh...

Feel an awkward breeze, the bending of my knees.
Rejoice, I am at peace.

Well I suppose, it's better than never my soul, is late for the devil.
I must have missed him calling out.
I smile, for the first time ever, my soul, flies through heaven.
Here I am reborn, again. Reborn again...