Oh this hurricane's blowing us thin This never ending swirl of American sin Where I strayed on my knees to a bottomless cage Where they throw dollar
Wait Theres something up ahead I've seen its claws I can see the marks it left Well fed and eating with a thousand hands This coma of factory and
A circus noose another month and the golden goose that I'll be squeezing forever Oh Suzanne it's been so long since we shared the air I need the carpet
that will float as she drowns I know that it's almost over but it keeps starting over I know this beautiful belle that rings just for money as the sound
She keeps a bottle hanging like religon right underneath the bed She pours it in the sheets and vents... Combats the awful things we did Snakes and
it up above Sick in the attic with mt digital love And i fear the ceiling's rising Since you got a hold of it and skinned it for the sound of me The creature
can Oh I can Oh I can feel you like the wind The beatings that rotation brings has us bedding down on anything But as our shrinking lives collide and ring the sound
Father Time fell ill tonight fight the war with the windows tight And my tin throne's blown to kingdom come now I need you here here so I can move my
I've got these hands and Ive got some oxygen... I just don't know what to do with it. Brandy tricks and treats the knees and I fell for it... Somehow
