Pardon me sir with a honest face
And silver tongue, so innocent
All the portions that it takes
Spill into him, so eloquent

Springs back out through fingertips
Like razorblades on each black page
Closing to chapters, one from another
Holidays and candle wax and him

Holidays and candle wax and him
Holidays

Opened up with others in
Her lovely face, her collagen
Her lovely face
Of course it never went his way

Sat at the table, every chair full
Surrounded by cold mannequins
Sober facеs, shoulders stiffened
You ask yoursеlf, “Are you one of us?”

You ask yourself, “Are you one of us?”
You ask yourself, “Are you one of us?”