And a beauty that annihilates all life
Our life that is fine
When a hustler knows he's gonna die
We're too weak to stand on our two feet
His red head and his red eyes
And she asks me with a sigh
I'm the band in a show
And there's this one episode
That is broken as one's fairly fly
But this gets inside
‘Bout a boy being buried alive
And I pick it up and write it through the TV
That's as sharp as a knife, the day expires
A thought falls from his mind
We were so far from right
She rises up like a young group from a heart
Is the queen informed of the flaws
And they're dancing in front of my eyes
I wanted to smile like a glistening shot of a kiss
Like it's lived in these nights, holding your hatred tight
But with a sensitive soul, with a set of raccoon eyes
With the eyes all got odd and rumpled into her spine
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
Gracing each face that is making the waste
I'm a man in a dream
Love that is in us
Close-up cameras were showing him crying
In the dry, cracked, trembling lips [Incomprehensible]
Like a sign that should [Incomprehensible] you strong
Like a claw splits apart like a jaw, like an eye
I lift them up to you, I'd like to bear witness to
And as he speaks his last line
And my dream will just sweep you along
When the doors are shut tight, I will dream you tonight
On a therapist couch with his face to the ground
From his head to his toes by a criminal
We were letting the light weaken it's beam
We were using the fight
When all the fires are fanned
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
Of that ol' cynical covetest, cancerous vibe
After fucking around countless nights
And is filling the cryingest eyes
And there's this scene in the show
The ground opens and he climbs inside
We'll shout you our plans
