There's someone down below,
Blowing you a kiss.
They watch from their windows,
As all arms fall to their sides.
And all eyes fix,
On the death of tommorrow.
And you found everything you need,
To make a life complete.
Completely revolting.
And they have safety and relief,
For sale on the street,
I see you in line every day.
You had time to waste,
And I'm not sorry.
Such a basket case.
Hide the cutlery.
I had time to kill,
It's dead and buried.
You've got guts to spill,
But no one trust-worthy.
These creatures are waking up in these dark trees,
Waiting like vultures.
And eyes roll back, turn white in time to feed,
They salivate in hunger.
For you, and everything they need,
To make a death complete.
Completely unnatural.
And salvation lies,
Behind those dead eyes that watch you while you sleep every night and...
You had time to waste,
And I'm not sorry.
Such a basket case.
Hide the cutlery.
I had time to kill,
It's dead and buried.
You've got guts to spill,
But no one trust-worthy.
You had time to waste,
And I'm not sorry.
Such a basket case.
Hide the cutlery.
I had time to kill,
It's dead and buried.
You've got guts to spill,
But no one trust-worthy.
