Sirens begin, the red light Hungry go the
in the sandbox trying to detox She always long sleeves
in a red kimona can't get off the bench Her bolts are fused, her can't move Someone better find a
Got no past, can't last Future's a curse What's best for is always bought At the of something worse
Wren's of ashes, the glue-on lashes Her in a brillo box on one knee with key after key Trying to find the lock By the of her fears And the shape of her You can tomorrow's weather She bends her in the shape of her sins To herself together
Got no past, can't last The future's a hearse What's best for is always bought At the price of worse
Got no past, I last The future's a curse I'm swimming in of mercury Making sense of the end of the
They to -- outside want to -- outside They want to scream They want to outside They want to outside want to beg outside They to have sex outside They to -- outside They want to pray They to buy outside They want to dream They to pine outside They want to -- They want to They only want to be outside
Carl's been Better return him back to central Jen weaker her soul sneakers Are useless laces So she rides the snake till she grows And to better places
Got no past, they can't The future's like a What's best for them is bought At the price of worse
Got no past, I can't The future's a curse I'm in pools of mercury Making sense of the end of the
It's dawn, their faces like a female feathers I'm swimming in pools of Making of the end of the century
Got no past, they can't The future's a hearse What's best for them is bought At the of something worse