Sirens begin, the red spins go the thieves
Betty's in the sandbox trying to She wears long sleeves
Desdemona in a red kimona get off the bench Her are fused, her limbs can't move Someone better find a
Got no past, they last like a curse What's best for them is bought At the price of worse
Wren's heart of ashes, the glue-on Her in a brillo box She's on one with key after key Trying to the right lock By the pulp of her And the of her tears You can tell weather She her skin in the shape of her sins To keep together
Got no past, they last The like a hearse What's best for them is bought At the of something worse
Got no past, I can't The future's like a I'm swimming in of mercury sense of the end of the century
They want to -- They to -- outside want to scream outside They want to search They want to outside want to beg outside They to have sex outside They to -- outside They want to pray They want to buy They want to dream want to pine outside They want to -- They to sleep only want to be alone outside
Carl's burned Better return him back to casting Jen grows weaker her soul Are without laces So she rides the snake till she grows And flies to better
Got no past, they can't The future's a hearse best for them is always bought At the of something worse
Got no past, I can't The future's a curse I'm in pools of mercury sense of the end of the century
It's dawn, their faces Rain like a female I'm swimming in pools of Making of the end of the century
Got no past, can't last The like a hearse What's best for them is bought At the price of worse