bones we'll have you begging for your mother in the morning (we grace you with our presence and then we curse you for your acceptance) your father is out he's
to health strip the skin from the inside out you didnt think they'd notice (you looked them straight in the face) i always said that we'd watch them
When the line between truths is as shallow as your breath when you sigh all we become are echoes of what we once were like cheap red lipstick and whore
neck And it's a big one It's got your number It's got mine too And it'd be quite content to feast on you He's crawling He's crawling on my neck Then
I am here, and you are here, but we are not really here at all. Chew them up, build the fort, they won't see where we're hiding. I see the road slipping
your name panic may arise shut your mouth as every last limb is amputated who knew in ten years you'd just be gone? and i think it's safe to say the days
There's a bat crawling on my neck and it's a big one and it's got your number and it's got mine too and it'd be quite content to feast on you oh my oh
Everyone around me is a ghost I have the endless expression Underneath my skin that goes "Where I am What am I doing" And it's very Very concerned
House legs were a road less traveled Parting in ways only we could understand Ok am I just waiting for my world To come crashing down all around me?
Once more we clearly see you'll choke on 3 words but you won't choke on dick swallowing pride swallow your pride like drunken friday nights whose next
they know their eyes are tearing the skin from our bodies and dressing us in guilt, filling our wounds with salt my stomaches tying itself in knots and eating itself and everything
Wend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped Last week our picture window produced a half-word Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird We stood and watched
man And what's it like Living life You may ask Standing on the other side A two way glass Well it's not what it's cracked up to be I'll tell you that
find out which one grows It's a secret no one knows It's a secret no one knows (Repeat Chorus) In an mmm bop they're gone. In an mmm bop they're not
watching the bats bring night in - while, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-white Wend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped Last week our picture window produced a half-word Heavy
