The sky blistered red, shot's ring overhead I'm scaling walls that the soldiers built to muffle out your screams The message was dislocated, misconveyed
The signal flares, will light the way To the scene of the accident where we'll dance Like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth Such a sick celebration But
Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze. The show must go on. The funeral needs a star. Tonight I have become the gossip and the choir. The useless
Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze The show must go on, the funeral needs a star tonight I have become the gossip and the choir The useless and
Your eyes begin to stare at the polygraph machine As you become aware of the satellites that call her name It's as if the ocean swallowed the city lights
I'll stand knee deep in your ridicule. Your tongue flickers as threats are made. I've saved you a seat in hell. Lets begin. You can shove glass down
This scalpel makes a map across my back. Carve a short cut to your suitcase lips. There's no saving us tonight. Our pulse will flutter like a dial
You plug me in and turn me on Turn on me I am your device of manufactured hope Manufactured hope You plug me in and turn me into wires and blood I am
Somewhere between the frozen layers Sleeps a fragile woman Waiting for her husband To remove the shards of glass The sun betrays the light that it once
Brace yourself for the plight of the born As the spotlight strips you bare Just a useless act in the play of life Cast as the role of the lover And I
I lost my voice in the fire I burned my eyes Staring at your eclipse I was just a child My father's favorite My father's favorite Such delicate arms
You are the teeth and the lungs Biting back and breathing in Cracked like a frozen moon The heat lamp seeps into the pores This is your interrogation
Hey you, young love Don't let them cut out your tongue Swallow the key to your heart And smile through your teeth Hey you, young love Don't let them
And I?d burn alive to keep you warm When you?re alone Shiver under blankets in the basement Where our secrets sleep You pour the liquor on the staircase
I've got such a filthy heart sometimes When you take me to that place and I never wanna leave In the middle of, of the night When everyone is sound asleep
Sucked up, eyesore Bleeding you dry Dragged down deep Gut fuck, breakdown Bled dry Take you and use you Lose you, I forget you Bled dry Take you and
his murders the Maniac Stabs the heart Stops the flow Cleaning up the blood's a problem he Now solves Hooks through heels Hung and bled Corpses