there's someone down below blowing you a kiss. they watch from their windows
as all arms fall to their sides
and all eyes fix on the death of tomorrow. and you found everything you need
to make a life complete
completely revolting and they have safety and relief
for sale down the street. i see you in line every day
you had time to waste and i'm not sorry
such a basket case
hide the cutlery. i had time to kill
it's dead and buried. you've got guts to spill but no one trustworthy. these creatures are waking up in these dark trees. awaiting like vultures. eyes roll back turn white in time to feed
they salivate in hunger. for you
and everything they need
to make a death complete
completely unnatural and salvation lies
behind those dead eyes that watch you while you sleep every night
and
you had time to waste and i'm not sorry
such a basket case
hide the cutlery. i had time to kill
it's dead and buried. you've got guts to spill but no one trustworthy. you had time to waste and i'm not sorry
such a basket case
hide the cutlery. i had time to kill
it's dead and buried. you've got guts to spill but no one trustworthy.