Sirens begin, the red light spins Hungry go the thieves
Betty's in the sandbox trying to detox She always wears long sleeves
Desdemona in a red kimona can't get off the bench Her bolts are fused, her limbs can't move Someone better find a wrench
Got no past, they can't last Future's like a curse What's best for them is always bought At the price of something worse
Wren's heart of ashes, the glue-on lashes Her baby's in a brillo box She's on one knee with key after key Trying to find the right lock By the pulp of her fears And the shape of her tears You can tell tomorrow's weather She bends her skin in the shape of her sins To keep herself together
Got no past, they can't last The future's like a hearse What's best for them is always bought At the price of something worse
Got no past, I can't last The future's like a curse I'm swimming in pools of mercury Making sense of the end of the century
They want to -- outside They want to -- outside They want to scream outside They want to search outside They want to lose outside They want to beg outside They want to have sex outside They want to -- outside They want to pray outside They want to buy outside They want to dream outside They want to pine outside They want to -- outside They want to sleep They only want to be alone outside
Carl's been burned Better return him back to central casting Jen grows weaker her soul sneakers Are useless without laces So she rides the snake till she grows wings And flies to better places
Got no past, they can't last The future's like a hearse What's best for them is always bought At the price of something worse
Got no past, I can't last The future's like a curse I'm swimming in pools of mercury Making sense of the end of the century
It's dawn, their faces worn Rain like a female feathers I'm swimming in pools of mercury Making sense of the end of the century
Got no past, they can't last The future's like a hearse What's best for them is always bought At the price of something worse
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