Sirens begin, the red light go the thieves
Betty's in the sandbox to detox She wears long sleeves
Desdemona in a red can't get off the bench Her are fused, her limbs can't move Someone better find a
Got no past, they last like a curse What's best for them is bought At the price of something
Wren's of ashes, the glue-on lashes Her in a brillo box She's on one with key after key Trying to find the right By the of her fears And the of her tears You can tomorrow's weather She her skin in the shape of her sins To herself together
Got no past, can't last The future's like a What's best for is always bought At the of something worse
Got no past, I can't The like a curse I'm swimming in of mercury sense of the end of the century
They to -- outside They want to -- want to scream outside They want to outside They want to outside They want to beg They want to sex outside They want to -- want to pray outside They want to buy They want to outside They want to pine They want to -- They want to only want to be alone outside
Carl's burned Better return him to central casting Jen grows weaker her soul Are useless without So she rides the snake till she wings And flies to places
Got no past, can't last The future's like a What's best for them is bought At the of something worse
Got no past, I last The like a curse I'm swimming in of mercury Making of the end of the century
It's dawn, their faces Rain like a female I'm swimming in pools of Making of the end of the century
Got no past, can't last The future's a hearse What's best for them is always At the price of worse