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