burning down the days,
let me count the ways
calling up the waste,
so what the f**
the breath of the beast is haze and smog,
security cameras for eyes and all
winding rows of teeth growing sharper still
eating the flesh of hours
the breath of the beast is haze and smog,
security cameras for eyes and all
winding rows of teeth growing sharper still
eating the flesh of hours
cash in the co*kle shells (i'm stealing back)
bite the copper coin and run (i'm stealing back)
a ragged gash worn smooth swollen shut
and padlock held
you can't go back the way you came
If I could make them run I'd run them