Cursewords sinking better than the metaphors Soap opera is throwing out the radio Spit over your shoulder when I'm crossing the road This amulet brings
This place has turned in to a deathtrap But I'm old enough to take it calm I'm trying to hide my sweaty palms The distant sirens make my feet tap And
You're in with the neckbracker plot (you said you wouldn't) You're in with the decepticon plot Run out when the architecture gets cold Run out when
I wrote your name on the wall With blood red aerosol Isn't that just what you wanted I drew your face on to my notepad With invisible ink Isn't that
Meet you at the windmill When the air goes blue It's getting hard to stand still Locust dancing shoes (24:00) secret venue at sight (24:00) youth against
If there's something to die for If there's something to cry your heart out for When the times are hard don't walk away from me Civilians are scared
It's dark now at the carpark Take the last seat in the last car Hear the breaking of bones when you hold her hand The morning has spoken All the bastards
Lungs filling up with powder from the guns You could be safe for a day here Son you'll be growing talons soon enough And I am captured here Run I can
Kick in the spurs and sink your teeth in Shout with an empty glance May I have this dance My knees are shaking and the horizon blurs As my head hits
The vampires sucking dry the innocent Jackknives they stabbed the good Samaritan These fingertips spill blood on tape recorders Now cut my iris miss
In the lap of wet motorways You cannot hear the screaming We're crushed under paperweights In the valley of concrete giants we settle down Changing our
