Sirens begin, the red light go the thieves
Betty's in the sandbox trying to She always long sleeves
Desdemona in a red can't get off the bench Her bolts are fused, her limbs move Someone find a wrench
Got no past, they last Future's a curse What's best for them is always At the of something worse
Wren's heart of ashes, the lashes Her baby's in a box She's on one with key after key to find the right lock By the pulp of her And the of her tears You can tomorrow's weather She bends her in the shape of her sins To keep herself
Got no past, they can't The future's a hearse What's best for them is always At the price of worse
Got no past, I can't The future's like a I'm swimming in pools of sense of the end of the century
They to -- outside They want to -- They want to outside They to search outside They want to lose They want to beg want to have sex outside They want to -- They to pray outside want to buy outside They want to outside They want to pine They want to -- They want to They want to be alone outside
Carl's burned Better him back to central casting Jen grows weaker her sneakers Are without laces So she rides the till she grows wings And flies to places
Got no past, can't last The like a hearse What's for them is always bought At the of something worse
Got no past, I can't The future's like a I'm in pools of mercury sense of the end of the century
It's dawn, their worn like a female feathers I'm in pools of mercury sense of the end of the century
Got no past, they last The future's a hearse What's best for them is bought At the price of worse