the sliding mud She's preparing for the flood Running on black market blood Black market blood Black market blood Black market blood Black market
: Days before you came Freezing cold and empty Towns that change their name And a horn of plenty Days before you came Counting breaths inside me Even
: Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets (x2) Aces take your time Queens are left for dead Jacks can stand in line And touch themselves instead
: Coming up beyond belief On this coronary thief More than just a leitmotif More chaotic, no relief I'll describe the way I feel Weeping wounds that
: Come back to me awhile Change your style again Come back to me awhile Change your taste in men It's been this way since Christmas Day Dazzled, doused
: I wrote this novel just for you It sounds pretentious but it's true I wrote this novel just for you That's why it's vulgar That's why it's blue And
on your nuts I was never grateful That's why I spend my days alone I'm forever black-eyed A product of a broken home (Broken home) Black-eyed (repeat)
: It's in your reach Concentrate It's in your reach Concentrate If you deny this Then it's your fault That God's in crisis He's over It's in your reach
: I was hanging from a tree Unaccustomed to such violence Jesus looking down on me I'm prepared for one big silence How'd I ever end up here Must be
: You're the one who's always choking Trojan You're the one who's always bruised and broken Sleep may be the enemy But so's another line It's a remedy
and the sliding mud She's preparing for the flood Running on black market blood Black market blood Black market blood Black market blood Black market
: Slip and stumble at my first offences It's not treason, it's no lie You talk in paragraphs I write my sentence It's not treason, it's no lie It seemed
: I'm careful not to fall I have to climb your wall 'Cause you're the one Who makes me feel much taller than you are I'm just a peeping tom On my own
: Run away from all your boredom Run away from all your whoredom and wave Your worries, and cares, goodbye All it takes is one decision A lot of guts
on your nuts I was never grateful That's why I spend my days alone I'm forever black-eyed A product of a broken home (Broken home) Black-eyed (repeat
I wrote this novel just for you It sounds pretentious but it's true I wrote this novel just for you That's why it's vulgar That's why it's blue And I
Days before you came Freezing cold and empty Towns that change their name And a horn of plenty Days before you came Counting breaths inside me Even