Opening scenes   Dirty laundry   Bullets shines under her lids   Reckoning feels   Taste her mind oils   Burning up in her world again   Wait for me now      I can scream for more.. who's to win   Wait for me now      Lack of visions   Taste so dirty   The eyes at night examine her skin   Immaculate dreams   Open fire   Stains the sheets to hide her shame      I can scream for more.. who's to win   Wait for me now   I can scream for life to begin   Wait for me now      Can you feel it   Can you feel the same   Will your always like   Who it is   Wait for me now      I can scream for more.. who's to win   Wait for me now   I can scream for life to begin   Wait for me now      Chosen barmaids   Lick the tables   In the crux of all their shattered hearts   Now we are.. open   We are.. open      Desperate mothers   In their fables   Overpainted   Dressed like death breathing whores   Now we are.. open   We are.. Open      Fading starlights   Vain and labeled   Cries of purpose   In their blackened arms   Now we are.. open   We are.. open