Sirens begin, the red light Hungry go the
Betty's in the trying to detox She always wears sleeves
Desdemona in a red kimona get off the bench Her bolts are fused, her limbs can't better find a wrench
Got no past, they can't Future's a curse What's best for them is always At the of something worse
Wren's of ashes, the glue-on lashes Her in a brillo box She's on one knee key after key Trying to find the right By the of her fears And the shape of her You can tell weather She her skin in the shape of her sins To keep together
Got no past, they last The future's a hearse What's best for them is always At the of something worse
Got no past, I last The like a curse I'm swimming in pools of Making of the end of the century
They want to -- want to -- outside They want to scream want to search outside They want to outside They to beg outside They to have sex outside They to -- outside They want to outside want to buy outside They want to dream They to pine outside want to -- outside They want to only want to be alone outside
Carl's burned Better return him back to central Jen grows her soul sneakers Are without laces So she the snake till she grows wings And to better places
Got no past, can't 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 of the end of the century
It's dawn, their worn Rain like a female I'm swimming in of mercury Making sense of the end of the
Got no past, can't last The like a hearse What's best for them is bought At the price of something