This time I'm leaving you This time I'm leaving you This time I'm never coming back, never coming back, never coming back Pack my bags you'll never see
This could last us all a lifetime Limbs intact, untouched on the screen of the video tape Confined to bedposts, we wait as lepers Upheld at knife's reach
Valmara, Valmara, Valmara flechettes Kiss me with the lisp of your shrapnel caress Lost this arm, lost this leg, lost this diving board Just a belly flopped
This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage What's that sound coming in? Look at it fly What
and i know that he's there and i know he's there [x2] you're wide awake brad wide awake brad and i know that he's there and i know he's there [x2]
Well, it's hit or miss Upon the gate walls Are the guards asleep? Bayonets and all Well, the search light is coming We built this tunnel We shovel with
Increase the dosage Count back from 10 When it was written down Touching earth in a capital faunt Heat seeking, gums bleeding Fingers snapping at the
i can't take back all the things that i've done with my anger sonic sounds constantly traveling in and out of my blue screened mind two drops down and
all because your stubbornness was Smiling through your braces Never thought this day would come You threw the bricks that built this wall Amantillado at
tenfold Run and get your quarters in At the bottom of a French blue pool Roamed the drunk chipped tooth Of the man in the moon Burn furnace burn at
Sucks me in, taking a ride And I'm wishing for the satellite Grabbing vein pulling down on the radio Laughing at the face that's bending down I'm all
Today the horde machine went rollin' In sequence grasp, prepared to falter We were born to self destruct on birth row An hour glass is punctured yearning
Hey The proposition handcuffed to the park bench Hypodermic people poking fun at the living Please take the weight out of this, it takes the weight out
In the unlikely event, That sarcasm is an unfitting dress. Amnesia proletariat. Amnesia proletariat. Coughing up the coffins, Cotton candy coated
Kid Creole killed all of his own people Instigate the beat genuflecting in the steeple Video killed what we once stood for Who we gonna look to now?
I must have read a thousand faces I must have robbed them of their 'cause Sickened thirst, sickened thirst Keeps it together Soft white glow in the cranium
[Spoken:] A: "Oh, man." B: "I know, do I scare you?" A: "Yeah, you do." B: "I hope so." A: "Why are you trying to scare me?" B: "Because I wanna
, jewelry lips While the guillotine just laughed again Dancing on the corpses ashes And the paramedics fell into the wound Like a rehired scab at a