I think I've become one of the others
I think I've become one of the others
I think I've become one of the others

There was a frail serum dripping off his lap-danced lapel
Punctuated by her decrepit brow, she washed down the hatching gizzard
Soft as a mane of needles, his orifice icicles hemorrhaged by combing her torso into a pile
Perspired, the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
She was a mink hand job in sarcophagus heels

Bring me to my knees
Read the sharpened lines
All my arms bled me blind
Faucet leaks in shadows spilling from morgue lancet caressed your fontanel
I've sworn to kill every last one, every last one
Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms
Onto the floor and out of your mouth and out of your eyelids

No, there's no light in the darkest of your furthest reaches
No, there's no light in the darkest of your furthest reaches

All your dreams, splintered off
Leech by leech, on this catafalque
Anyone will tell you - yes, anyone
Chance had me setting the trip wire alarm
Your mother flirted, with disease, when she skinned that costume by it's navel strings
Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms
Onto the floor, and out of your mouth out of your eyelids

No, there's no light in the darkest of your furthest reaches
No, there's no light in the darkest of your furthest reaches
No, there's no light in the darkest of your furthest reaches
No, there's no light in the darkest of your furthest reaches

Shockless shackles free you boldface cons
Abandon you again - I won't feel, not this time

Shockless shackles free you boldface cons
Abandon you again - I won't feel, not this time