Christ, another day...
The protectors of just a small one
The squealer in ligatures
My oh my, what to do...
There is a body
Fat nil
There is a body
Full of sorrow
There is a sweet oasis
A hand-me-down and
Cut silk, casting
Four shadows in a dark place
In a dry place
Enjoy...'cause
We are saturated, in order
To survive, we scan
The archive, we pepper
Our flesh with trademark and
Sweeteners, her memory
Lapse cost her dearly, cast her aside
Cell blocking was all she knew
Pick me, read me, play me, choose me...sorry
No, but instead with twin set
Give us a twirl
Grant me a whistler's life
Hand me a life-sentence by the springs