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