Sirens begin, the red light spins
Hungry go the thieves
Bettys in the sandbox trying to detox
She always wears long sleeves
Desdemona in a red kimona cant get off the bench
Her bolts are fused, her limbs cant move
Someone better find a wrench
Got no past, they cant last
Futures like a curse
Whats best for them is always bought
At the price of something worse
Wrens heart of ashes, the glue-on lashes
Her babys in a brillo box
Shes 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 tomorrows weather
She bends her skin in the shape of her sins
To keep herself together
Got no past, they cant last
The futures like a hearse
Whats best for them is always bought
At the price of something worse
Got no past, I cant last
The futures like a curse
Im 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
Carls 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 cant last
The futures like a hearse
Whats best for them is always bought
At the price of something worse
Got no past, I cant last
The futures like a curse
Im swimming in pools of mercury
Making sense of the end of the century
Its dawn, their faces worn
Rain like a female feathers
Im swimming in pools of mercury
Making sense of the end of the century
Got no past, they cant last
The futures like a hearse
Whats best for them is always bought
At the price of something worse
