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The rain begins.
The tide it pulls.
And drags me down.
It doesn't end.
Keep rolling in.
Keep rolling in.
Alone you float.
She wont let go.

If It Starts to Feel, Then we'll just shut it off again.
We won't convince the Jury, we're guilty till we die.
If It starts to sing, reach in remove the sirens, this respirator keeps a
countdown to our cancellation.
If It Starts to Bleed do not adjust the contrast. doctor, deliver us.
Heaven holds no truth for dreamers like you and I.
Remember the day they cut our throats we learned to smile from our necks.
This is the breech of etiquette with wires jutting out from arms.

Slowly we peel away the layers and the light seeps through the cracks.
You whispered softly in my ear "the birth of morning's upon us, dear,"
the bandages feel upon the floor.
And there was no one in that room.
It's quiet down the hallway where the doctors wash their hands.
Behind my eyes I feel the hollow jabs of your morphine kiss.
Your anesthetic voice is autographed upon my bones.
This reception died in vein.

I'd burn alive to keep you warm when you're alone. Shiver under blankets in
the basement where our secrets sleep. You pour the liquor on the staircase,
girl. Pass the flask and close your eyes. Are you grieving for what we've
become? Are you running from that room? We set the evidence on fire. We
light cigarettes and chase out old regrets. Are you grieving for tonight? I
smell the sulfur on her skin (breathe in). Yesterday will be the end of you
and I. Yesterday will be the end of shoulders where we rest our head. Now we
grieve for tomorrow goes on without us. Now we breathe for no one else.

You are the teeth and the lungs.
Biting back and breathing in.
Cracked like a frozen moon.
The heat lampseeps into the pores.
This is your interrogation your fingerprints betray your eyes.
Died on your honeymoon she made such a lovely bride.
Left the door unlocked for you.
The leeches took their turn.

Somewhere between the frozen layers sleeps a fragile woman.
Waiting for her husband to remove the shards of glass.
The sun betrays the light that it once shed.
And daughter cuts the hair.

Tangled in a silver brush.
Spitting at a broken mirror.
I feel the movement of ghosts in the room.

Battered and courageous all eyes on you
We made you some kind of god of war on your back
Awaiting constant salivation straight from the snuff film
Cutting room floor shot by shot cry out
"I've had enough" the pictures not done
Till you lose a pint of blood this is
What I found in the wake the message
Was scratched on the face of his grave it goes

Battered and courageous all eyes on you we made you some kind of god of war on your back awaiting constant salivation straight from the snuff film cutting room floor shot by shot cry out "I've had enough" the pictures not done till you lose a pint of blood this is what I found in the wake the message was scratched on the face of his grave it goes we will find the silver lining and make this our it goes, we will find the silver lining and make this our own, where'd that pretty smile go you put it in a box and left it on the side of the road thanks for nothing you watched the ball drop then made a wish on a burnt out star, when'd you lose control you woke up one day with swine all over your shore we committed our army to you fearless leader come see this through, far from prophetic no promise came true we lost control, we lost control, your name conjures an image of defeat we lost control, we lost control, this is what I found in the wake the message was scratched on the face of his grave it goes we will find the silver lining and make this our it goes, we will find the silver lining and make this our own, we lost control x4

You will plug me in and turn me on.
Turn on me.
I am your device of manufactured hope.
Manufactured hope.

You plug me in and turn me into wires and blood.
I am your trophy wife shaking hands with your guests.
Hi my name is "yours".