Besedila:
Showbread Life Kisses And Other Wasted Efforts

all today Trample the weak, the patriotism and narcissism stop the blood short of my veins the temporal lobe is pale, and the circulation cut short fighting and igniting the red white and

Murder, seizing my arm, to puppeteer direction to kiss these sweet sinful lips of my demise I want to drive nails into the hands of my will, and trade

around her pale neck to choke an adolescent out of her and I started to weep as the glass just broke into so many shards around her and I cried and walked

I'd look up to the stars it will be intoxicating and if I'd find the strength to say: "Life is not short, life is so long, life is so very long" instill

to pretend like I don't see my outstretched hands around you and the tears rolling down your back I guess that you will, go to find yourself in time and throw away what's yours and

you inspire me to sing to you Burn all the flags and the money, sacrifice and laugh The light in your eyes reflects and I see myself and all I want