Our days are numbered 666 And I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures I'll find myself drifting in a
I've got a secret. A terrible secret. And if I told you would you promise to keep it secret? I just put my head down every time they call my name 'Cause
A scream engaged to peel your eyelids back. Her skin like silk, my lips like knives. A marriage of art and atrocity. A sultry silhouette ensemble.
from your neck like so much knives through bread til you head sags and falls to the ground cashmere crush covered in smoke I'm All Cried Out Soldiers march a red
Shame rests in the hollow circles under all of our eyes. You stole the living air from me and payback is a bitter banshee. At the site of my grave performed
screaming kamasutra at the brothel we walk alone because we walk the line never should repeat a rattled message deprived us of the rights to exercise
Hey I am sure to fall this time around and I could look you in the eye but you never show your face something sticky in your ears turned to logic and
A stranger to you but I've known you forever you're my flesh and blood You gave me this life and made me hate you for it The distance in years but time
hey miscarriage i was hoping you'd catch my white knuckled wave but the umbilical bars of your seraphant cell they're all, "hey now what's that sound
Half a pack of cigarettes mostly broke or bent I think of cancer as I put one to my cracked lips that long to slake this poison lust Voices spin and
I was fast asleep dreaming I was rain I fell from the clouds to touch your frame But you just hid your face beneath your hands now Delirium is soothing
to you. RAPE They found her swinging from a pipe in the basement of the church of Jesus Christ. We sang RAPE. We know whose hands are stained red
Imprisoned in perfume I smell her in my blanket when I'm sleeping Strange how they hurt you stinging memories they break your heart And it's gone so fast
Fucked on the gurney 'til you're black and blue, by beheaded banshees who cackle and coo. Who'd let a medic of blasphemous birth flavor his meat with
took half your face and both your eyes it left you nothing but paralyzed and mushroom clouds it left behind our city's crumbling but i don't mind the
The sweetest symptoms of stupidity are lies embed themselves in crevices behind your eyes Half awake you'd stagger twenty flights a night to hurl yourself
No pictures no prize no truth we couldn't talk about it No time for goodbye's all good baby's go to heaven Disgusted despised you see her sweet spirit
