Pick the place, I'll pick the time Bring your best, I'll match with mine You know I'm trying To be the only, be the only... [Chorus:] The lines are dead
can feel them come All brave blood do spill Along the dim Atlantic line The rapper's land Lasts for miles behind The lights coming forward And the streets are
this moment come When childhood has to die When hope shrinks to a sigh And speech into a drum Why are they pale and still Young boys trained over night
knees? Chorus: Your arms are filled with tracks, boy, you're better off dead It's time for you to face the fact, boy, you're better off dead You'd
unknown from places shaded Eyes are lined with black of midnight Lips all touched in scarlet bliss Tattered velvet, lace and chains What dead have known
nothing in this room My head's a little scattered 'cause I'm working on the dead line Yeah, my life's a broken wire but I'm getting my kicks Another night
Elisabeth did not slept tonight her gouth ensorcelled through black eyes The dead girls are courting her upon deasdly magic circles lines she pierce
Crickets are chirpin' the water is high There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry Window's wide open African trees Bent over backwards in a
sin I die but am reborn. I want to see the cosmos slip planets and moons collide feel gravity lose its grip it's all inside all the dead husks are shattered
blow Wait without fear Walk the blood-soiled ground No mercy will shown Vengeance is sworn Clouds of blood, covers the night Day turns into night Destroy
it you who are here for our good cheer? Or are we here for the glory, for the story, for the gory satisfaction of telling you how absolutely awful you really are
sounds Women are crying, but they are satisfied Elizabeth didn't sleep tonight She exorcised her youth by her own eyes Dead girls are chaperoning her
you who are here for our good cheer? Or are we here for the glory, for the story, for the gory satisfaction of telling you how absolutely awful you really are
