Latefallen - The Fly lyrics

The sidewalks sparkle like the sticky sweat on meat. Broken bookends spill our lies into the street. Her lips are floating on her filthy little face. Lay her down and watch her smile wash away. We're waiting for someone to fail Entertaining the fly on the wall. Left to our own voices We'll create the latest crisis. Ell the right off, At the highest prices Its not our fault Just in our blood. Blow up the dam To watch the flood. Push the bu*ton Walk away We're casting a shadow Blocking out the light We're eating the innocent tonight. Is true love my true enemy? Cause it will be the d**h of me? I'll chalk it up to tragedy Three tracts of my obituary. Under the money tree Is where she made a man of me. Carved from silk on top of me Inside her deepest cavity She led me to believe But there was scars up her sleeve And sometimes A scar is just a scar. She was the sand in my vaseline. My melting ice cream; A second rate handjob In the back of the f**ing car