Definitely this is the wrong place to be There's blood on the futon There's a kid drinking' fire Going' down to the sea They've got people to meet Shaking
Should've known how hard it is to stop tearing each other apart Separating souls entwined with all these labyrinthine lies I am dead to you, a shadow
Definitely this is the wrong place to be There's blood on the futon There's a kid drinking fire Going down to the sea They got people to meet Shaking
Staking out the residence of the chosen target Entering the empty home, lace the food with poison The hapless victim never had a chance Precise contamination
Should've known how hard it's to stop Tearing each other apart Separating souls entwined In all these labyrinthine lies I am dead to you, a shadow doomed
Sleep and dream of this Death angel's kiss Brings final bliss Completely Empty they say Death, won't you let me stay? Empty they say Death, hear me call
Cyanide Drink the cyanide This is the hand that will blind your eyes And split your spine This is the blade that'll visit your flesh And release the
[Monoxide] I'm so addicted to this But I know it's too cold Like ice cream I dip my dipstick in there It's meltin' again So she gonna have shake on
Your mind has silenced now, screaming souls await Chemiclas sent through your blood, they decide your fate Suicide overwhelms to end your life in pain
We have done it too many times You have seen us fall, seen us crawl Seen us fighting back again and again But as so many times before been broken down
This hybrid city in love with the UFO's arms down and still as a stick you stand for the UFO's I REMEMBER WHEN YOU SAID THEY WERE'NT REAL LOOKS LIKE YOU
She's a steel thrill suicide They say cyanide in her plastic veins She's a mannequin of misery She's on a bender but she ain't gonna break Hey, hey,
Your disease is a fucking waste of time Turn it on when it fits your need Never mattered that I couldn't feel a thing Anything that you meant was forgot
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
Charts And Graphs, Painted Walls, And These Poignant Explanations Aren't Enough To Clarify Why I Am The Victim Of Another Innocent Conviction I'll Inject
Staking out the residence Of the chosen target Entering the empty home Lace the food with poision The hapless victim never had a chance Precise
I want to pallet the neon sky and squeeze the pigment from the most electric autumn leaves and neighborhood, not play the fischer-price or inch-born weeble
