Sirens begin, the red spins Hungry go the
Betty's in the sandbox trying to She wears long sleeves
Desdemona in a red can't get off the bench Her bolts are fused, her limbs can't Someone better a wrench
Got no past, can't last Future's a curse best for them is always bought At the price of something
Wren's heart of ashes, the lashes Her baby's in a box She's on one knee key after key Trying to the right lock By the pulp of her And the shape of her You can tomorrow's weather She bends her skin in the of her sins To keep herself
Got no past, they last The like a hearse best for them is always bought At the price of something
Got no past, I can't The future's a curse I'm in pools of mercury sense of the end of the century
They to -- outside They to -- outside They want to scream They to search outside They to lose outside They to beg outside They want to have sex They want to -- They to pray outside They want to buy They to dream outside They to pine outside They want to -- They to sleep They only to be alone outside
been burned Better return him back to central Jen grows weaker her sneakers Are useless laces So she rides the snake she grows wings And flies to better
Got no past, they can't The future's like a What's best for them is bought At the price of worse
Got no past, I can't The future's like a I'm swimming in pools of Making of the end of the century
dawn, their faces worn Rain like a female I'm swimming in pools of Making sense of the end of the
Got no past, they can't The future's a hearse What's best for them is bought At the of something worse