The Bled - Pass The Flask lyrics
- Red Wedding
- You Know Who's Seatbelt
- I Never Met Another Gemini
- Ruth Buzzi Better Watch Her Back
- Sound Of Sulfur
- Porcelain Hearts And Hammers For Teeth
- Get Up You Son Of A Bitch, Cause Mickey Loves Ya
- Spitshine Sonata
- We Are The Industry
- Nothing We Say Leaves This Room
Red Wedding
You are the teeth and lungs
Biting back and breathing in
Cracked like a frozen moon
The heat lamp seeps into the pores
This is your interrogatoin your fingerprints betray your eyes
Died on your honeymoon she made such a lovely bride
Left the door unlocked for you
The leeches took their turn
Deny
Your alibi was painted by a blind politician
Inside your swollen eyes sleeps a genius buried by miscalculations
You are the teeth and lungs
Biting back and breathing in
Your love is homicide
Your love is homicide
The queen is beckoning, get on your knees and beg for life
You will pay the price
Close your eyes and die
You Know Who's Seatbelt
The signal flares will light the way,
to the scene of the accident where we'll dance,
like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth
Such a sick celebration.
Everyone loves a fucking tragedy,
of epic proportions
Lets set our hearts on self-destruct.
Lets set our hearts on self-destruct.
Like scarlet drips on a white tile floor, a cardiac metronome.
We'll scrape the guardrail from our teeth and start again.
''(Repeat)''
There's a flood in the infirmary where we'll swim through broken glass.
Our prosthetic limbs will keep us afloat.
There's a flood in the infirmary.
Lets set our hearts on self-destruct. ''(x8)''
I Never Met Another Gemini
Slowly we peel away the layers and the light seeps through the cracks.
You whispered softly in my ear the birth of morning's upon us, dear,
the bandages feel upon the floor.
And there was no one in that room.
It's quiet down the hallway where the doctors wash their hands.
Behind my eyes I feel the hollow jabs of your morphine kiss.
Your anesthetic voice is autographed upon my bones.
This reception died in vain. In vain.
A tarnished angel leaves her ghost on the surface.
A jealous daughter starves to death for the mother
As I awaited your return. I wait for your return.
It seems the only way that I will ever feel alive.
Throw myself into my injuries and close my eyes.
I'd give anything to feel alive.
And I will wait for you tonight.
The scalpel carves a map for you.
Ruth Buzzi Better Watch Her Back
Somewhere between the frozen layers sleeps a fragile woman. Waiting for her
husband to remove the shards of glass. The sun betrays the light that it
once shed. And daughter cuts the hair. Tangled in a silver brush. Spitting
at a broken mirror. I feel the movement of ghosts in the room. She keeps a
photograph locked in her mouth. The smell of turpentine drips from the
walls. Forgive and forget. Relive and regret. You're not alone. I've seen
the dead arise. The ice will someday thaw and she will wait no more.
Sound Of Sulfur
Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze. The show must go on. The funeral
needs star. Tonight I have become the gossip and the choir. The useless and
the used. The one who reaches for her arms. I am denial. You are the one who
fell from grace for them. Is there a reason why? The funeral needs a star.
As you walk away for the last time could you hear my heart consumed behind
you? As you turn your back from the dying did you feel the sun burn out
inside you? You set my wings ablaze. You will run from familiar arms into
their embrace. I hope they love you like I did when you needed me and I came
for you that night.
Porcelain Hearts And Hammers For Teeth
I'd burn alive to keep you warm when you're alone.
Shiver under blankets in the basement where our secrets sleep.
You pour the liquor on the staircase, girl.
Pass the flask and close your eyes.
Are you grieving for what we've become?
Are you running from that room?
We set the evidence on fire.
We light cigarettes and chase out old regrets.
Are you grieving for tonight?
I smell the sulfur on her skin (breathe in).
I'd burn alive to keep you warm.
Yesterday will be the end of you and I.
Yesterday will be the end of shoulders where we rest our head.
Now we grieve for tomorrow goes on without us.
Now we breathe for no one else.
Everything is broken slowly sinking under waiting for tomorrow
waiting for the grave to tell me that she's lonely.
Open up and hold me slowly feel my body become one and only.
Death is just an excuse to forget you.
Now we run from ourselves.
Hope lies not in the mirror.
I'd burn alive for you.
Get Up You Son Of A Bitch, Cause Mickey Loves Ya
The telephone swallowed the child. This is the last time I say your name.
The crackle and hiss from the walls. You smile like a catholic in heat. Just
don't forget what you've done. Just don't forget. This is the last time that
I say your name. Forget the fuck away from me. The child is sleeping under
the wires.
Spitshine Sonata
I lost my voice in the fire. I burned my eyes staring at your eclipse. I was
just a child. My father's favorite. Such delicate arms keep reaching toward
the horizon. As we keep starving for this beauty we are sick with distance.
Starving for this beauty. We are sick with distance. Grieving for his
failure. You keep me on my knees mummified in your arms. This is the last
chance that you will get to breathe my name into his chest. Only the deaf
find peace. Only the blind won't reach.
We Are The Industry
You plug me in and turn me on. Turn on me. I am your device of manufactured
hope. You plug me in and turn me into wires and blood. I am your trophy wife
shaking hands with your guests. Hi my name is "yours". The unfortunate ones
will be spared. We are the industry. I'm sorry but your name is not on the
list. Your results do not comply. Your ashes will fuel the machine. We are
the industry. We are the birth and the death.
Nothing We Say Leaves This Room
Your eyes being to stare at the polygraph machine
as you become aware of the satellites that call her name.
It's as if the ocean swallowed the city lights that we fell in love with.
Paralyzed and paranoid, we withdraw the hands we held.
This is beginning to get ugly, dear.
You feed me to the lions.
Now the tongue becomes the bridge between broken teeth.
Now you feed me to the lions.
How we reach for the arms but only clasp the knees.
How we reach for each other only to die alone.
How we reach for the stars only to swim right through.
How we strive to connect only to fall apart.
Just between me and you I felt the rapture in your arms.
Just between me and you I think I'm dying in your arms.