1. POISON PEN LETTERS

Dying alone would be a privilege
If all my friends were like you.
Dying would be a privilege.
If all my friends were like you.

Rusted rail spikes and shards of glass give me rest,
Poison the earth in anticipation.
Rusted rail spikes and shards of glass,
Poison the earth in anticipation...
Poison the earth in anticipation.

So tear the pieces from the bone like you've torn us apart.
We've built bridges just for burning.
So light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demise.
We've built bridges just for burning.

Light the fires in my eyes,
Watch my own demise, watch my own demise
So I can rip my eyes from their sockets, so I can rip my eyes,
So I can rip my eyes so no flowers will grow.

So tear the pieces from the bone like you've torn us apart.
We've built bridges just for burning.
So light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demise.
We've built bridges just for burning.
Just for burning.

And so you carve your, your name into my,
Into my heart with rusted rail spikes.

So light the fires in my eyes so I, can let them watch, my own demise.
So I can leave this all behind and be left with my solitude intact.

So tear the pieces from the bone like you've torn us apart.
We've built bridges just for burning.
So light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demise.
We've built bridges just for burning.
Just for burning.


2. HERE'S TO THE BURNING OF ROTTED MEMORIES

This silence just became disconcerting
And I am more than worried…I…
Try to steal glances through the smoke
But I…I…find that I’m collapsing on the table amidst it all

Staring at exit signs
Until my eyes bleed green and white
Staring at exit signs
Until my eyes bleed green and white

Feeling the warmth drain from within
Watching my face contort
In the blood spill
Watching my face contort

The silence just became disconcerting
And I am more than worried
(I feel the warmth) Worried about
(Drain from within) The state of
My severed hands

I guess that I’m…falling out of touch…
I guess that I’m…falling out of touch…

Feeling the warmth drain from within
Watching my face contort
In the blood spill
Watching my face contort

The silence just became disconcerting
And I am more than worried
(I feel the warmth) Worried about
(Drain from within) The state of
My severed hands

I’m still trying to steal stares with glances
Still dying to be so close to…
Severance…Severance
Still dying to be so close
To Severance
I see my face contort

The silence just became disconcerting
And I am more than worried
(I feel the warmth) Worried about
(Drain from within) The state of
My severed hands


3. A SLEEPLESS WINTER

I awaken from this cold sweat, saturated in my own contempt
Nothing left but broken fragments of cherished memories once spent
I’ve screamed blue murder in futility and smashed up walls
To bleed this pain away but I can’t escape from this disarray

Incidentally i’ve already seen the worst of this and I,
I can’t deny this pain inside nowhere to hide (from dusk ‘til dawn)
A sleepless winter in between tragic tales of broken glass
I’ll bathe my scars in cyanide; I won’t be coming back this time

These sleepless nights are killing me
What awaits me in my decrepit dream
Aversion and despondency (scarification, monotonously)
I’ve screamed blue murder in futility
And smashed up walls to bleed this pain away
But I can’t escape from this disarray

Incidentally i’ve already seen the worst of this and I,
I can’t deny this pain inside nowhere to hide (from dusk ‘til dawn)
A sleepless winter in between tragic tales of broken glass
I’ll bathe my scars in cyanide; I won’t be coming back this time

Release me from this nightmare

Incidentally i’ve already seen the worst of this and I,
I can’t deny this pain inside nowhere to hide (from dusk ‘til dawn)
A sleepless winter in between tragic tales of broken glass
I’ll bathe my scars in cyanide; I won’t be coming back this time
I won’t be coming back this time (coming back this time)


4. SLIT THE TEAR DUCTS

Burn these bodies, discard these broken hearts
Tomorrow lets make an oath to never
Be rid of this austerity.
Slit the tear ducts and bleed them dry.

There was a call for you to approach the end,
Embrace the sadness.
So start the car but don't go anywhere,
You'll hate wherever you end up.

Believe me,
These wounds won't heal,
Take thoughts from within your mind,
These wounds won't, they won't heal at all...

Burn these bodies, discard these broken hearts
Tomorrow lets make an oath to never
Be rid of austerity,
So slit the tear ducts and bleed them dry.

Kill the pulse doctor, electrocute the patient,
His actions rendered me mute.
Believe me, these wounds won't heal...
Now i can see photographs departing in smoke stacks sending signs of relief,
Now departing, in smoke stacks sending signs of relief,

Burn these bodies, discard these broken hearts
Tomorrow lets make an oath to never
Be rid of austerity,
So slit the tear ducts and bleed them dry.