The Dillinger Escape Plan - Monticello lyrics

Watered down letters of hate creep in on me I've watched that water drip into mud as charred fingers stab at my eyes no regrets can touch this soul cause I'm a devil, in a three-piece suit that good old green paint on paper prostitute for now four walls closing stabbing at my fate soon dirt starts staring down that barrel turning water into wine it never seemed so sweet turning faith into blind it never was so easy