آهنگ: Latefallen. Bloody Kiss. The Fly.

The sidewalks sparkle like the sticky sweat on meat.
broken bookends spill our lies into the street.
her lips are floating on her filthy little face.
lay her down and watch her smile wash away.

we're waiting for someone to fail
entertaining the fly on the wall.

left to our own voices
we'll create the latest crisis.
ell the right off,
at the highest prices

its not our fault
just in our blood.
blow up the dam
to watch the flood.
push the button
walk away

we're casting a shadow
blocking out the light
we're eating the innocent tonight.

is true love my true enemy?
cause it will be the death of me?
i'll chalk it up to tragedy
three tracts of my obituary.
under the money tree
is where she made a man of me.
carved from silk on top of me
inside her deepest cavity
she led me to believe
but there was scars up her sleeve
and sometimes
a scar is just a scar.
she was the sand in my vaseline.
my melting ice cream;
a second rate handjob
in the back of the fucking car

(Thanks to Kirsten for these lyrics)