You don't know what it's been like Meeting someone like you You don't know what it's been like Meeting someone like you You look like Jesus on a aeroplane
Don't love me and don't you dare care for me I will only bring you pain All the pleasure you can gather in this place Will just amount to shame All the
I watched you steal away A man's best years With the drumming of his fingers And the kicking of his heels I watched you put away Your sweetest sins I
The caravan of camp followers Castrate clientele on the heels of their father's. Destined to underachieve. Never overcome the art of subversion. You
Its the consequence of privileged information You can run, you can hide but light will find a way And wither away, haunted and haunting We all are followed
This little light of mine I was told to let it shine But I stood idly by And watched that poor flame die I kept it from the bushel and brush Away from
Second Place to you is the last place I ever thought I'd be and in this race the selfish survive while the selfless suffocate in suffering I'm choking
Hook line and sinker Your smoke and mirrors I'll never take the bait I'll never fallvfor those Formats and figures Your greedy fingers Won't ever get
Look alive gentleman Or fake your death Tour wounds undressed beneath your costumes Some are so well rehearsed For hearses it hurts Always the first to
Alongside all hearts As they finish with backdrop cities As jagged teeth are digging deeper Ripping new wounds for former scars Stricken with insomnia
Men are waiting patiently Remove me from the scene A sea of faceless souls in suits A sight for eyes, like thumbs Sore crooked and bow and foul relief
Your gross fabrication of pretext could bore Yet still I fall victim to syntax omitted Just shy of something I could understand So blissful, I press
How did you know to find me here? Tipped off you tiptoed to the tune of tapped wires And insider information This manifested destiny You think you can
thought about holding my breath last night until my face turned blue and waited for my world to turn black as I laid in your arms, an air deprived suicide
I'll be the salt that resides From the water that drains from your eyes The sting that burns your open wounds I'll flood the ground I swear on your grave
This is the last night in my body, yeah This is the last night in my body, yeah (Somehow, for now, this skin will have to do) This is the last night
The apparitions tango to the sound of their heels tapping A procession of prosthetic limbs and mannequins They're all perfect models of imperfection With
From the manger to the morgue Strangers are born and reborn Giving birth to the wages of sin And claiming it came from within, within Within me there
