Sirens begin, the red light spins   Hungry go the thieves      Betty's in the sandbox trying to detox   She always wears long sleeves      Desdemona in a red kimona can't get off the bench   Her bolts are fused, her limbs can't move   Someone better find a wrench      Got no past, they can't last   Future's like a curse   What's best for them is always bought    at the price of something worse      Wren's heart of ashes, the glue-on lashes   Her baby's in a Brillo box   She's on one knee with key after key   Trying to find the right lock   By the pulp of her fears    and the shape of her tears   you can tell tomorrow's weather   She bends her skin in the shape of her sins   To keep herself together      Got no past, they can't last   The future's like a hearse   What's best for them is always bought    at the price of something worse      Got no past, I can't last   The future's like a curse   I'm swimming in pools of mercury   Making sense of the end of the century      They want to -- outside   They want to -- outside   They want to scream outside   They want to search outside   They want to lose outside   They want to beg outside   They want to have sex outside   They want to -- outside   They want to pray outside   They want to buy outside   They want to dream outside   They want to pine outside   They want to -- outside   They want to sleep    They only want to be alone outside      Carl's been burned   Better return him back to central casting   Jen grows weaker her soul sneakers   Are useless without laces   So she rides the snake till she grows wings   And flies to better places      Got no past, they can't last   The future's like a hearse   What's best for them is always bought    at the price of something worse      Got no past, I can't last   The future's like a curse   I'm swimming in pools of mercury   Making sense of the end of the century      It's dawn, their faces worn   Rain like a female feathers   I'm swimming in pools of mercury    Making sense of the end of the century      Got no past, they can't last   The future's like a hearse   What's best for them is always bought    at the price of something worse