A Form of ProtestFrom the inside to the surface
I think we cursed it
We kill the light with the darkness
And we deserve it
Sold our souls they were worthless
Now we're remorseless
We become death incarnate
French 75I feel the love up in the air
It’s like a long hard night
No one ever cares
I see the love up in the sky
It’s like a cold rain cloud racing through the night
It slips away
It slips away
GeminiStaring from across the way
Won’t you let me come and play?
Stuck, on my mind tonight
I wanna have a look, let me inside
What’s your bedroom like?
Is anyone home? I’ll bring red wine
Won’t you be my first time?
OxBloodWelcome to the farm, tonight I run the joint.
Your room’s outside. Play in the dirt.
Roll in the mud. No shirt, no shoes, just greed to cut.
Welcome to the farm tonight.
I run the joint, here’s your new life.
Eat the worm, swallow the flies.
No shirt, no shoes, just appetites.
Amputee, I’m black market Jesus,
True LoveThere’s a hole in my soul
Just like every other night I was getting off alone
My lips were paper white and my blood was coming home
Like an axe into my side I couldn’t numb the pain
Do I beg for my life or tell her she’s latе?
There’s a hole in my soul