We are damned and we are dead
All God's children to
Do you, don't you want this to be your song?
It
They want to sell it out, but it up, dumb
[Incomprehensible]
My mouth was a crib and it was growin' lies
I
She's got here eyes open wide
She's got the [Incomprehensible] spit
This is evolution
The monkey, the man then the gun
If Christ
Nothing suffocates you more than
The passing of everyday human events
And
Dear God, "Do you want to tear your knuckles down
And
We have no future
Heaven wasn't made for me
We burn ourselves
Is this what you wanted?
This is what you get.
Turned all
There was Christ in the metal shell
There was blood on
This is for the people they want you
(Oh oh)
This is
Am I sorry sky went black
Put your knives in babies
We're on a bullet
And we're headed straight into a God
Even
The Abraham Lincoln town cars arrive
To dispose of our King
I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should I tell
She was the color of TV
Her mouth curled under like
