Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
Dancing on the corpses ashes
On my way nails broke and fell into the
And all the pulses were subverted
They has spun the last of the pimps
On my way nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
In the silhouette of dying
And a silencing that still walks the streets
A semi-automatic colonies
Dancing on the corpses ashes
They had defected and been excommunicated
Corduroy, satin nailed jewelry lips
Dancing on the corpses ashes
An anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband
In the silhouette of dying
While the guillotine just laughed again
Dancing on the corpses ashes
Dancing on the corpses ashes
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
A vivid dissection that mocked
Yeah, they had plans for him
On my way nails broke and fell into the
Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
Endless maps made by their scalpels, scalpels
Dancing on the corpses ashes
Endless maps made by their scalpels, scalpels
Dancing on the corpses ashes
Callous heels numbed in travel
Corduroy, satin nailed, jewelry lips
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
And they made sure the obituaries
Dancing on the corpses ashes
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way nails broke and fell into the
On my way nails broke and fell into the
On my way nails broke and fell into the
As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor
Showed pictures of smoke stacks
The strut of vivisection
On my way nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
Yeah, they had plans for him
On my way nails broke and fell into the
That had knocked the pins down
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
Dancing on the corpses ashes
An anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
Dancing on the corpses ashes
They has spun the last of the pimps
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
Their custodial customs quite well
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
Was a stretcher made of cobblestone curfews
On my way yeah
Callous heels numbed in travel
On my way nails broke and fell into the
Dancing on the corpses ashes
In the company of wolves
While the guillotine just laughed again
As the federalist performed
And the paramedics had fallen into the wound
As their shoes gripped the dirt floor
And the paramedics fell into the wound
