I think I′ve become one of the others

I think I've become one of the others

I think I′ve become one of the others

There was a frail syrup dripping off his lap danced lapel

Punctuated by her decrepit prowl she

Washed down the hatching gizzard

Soft as a mane of needles

His orifice icicles hemorrhaged by combing her torso to a pile

Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse

She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels

Bring me to my knees, read the sharpened lines

All my arms bled me blind

Faucet leaks in shadows

Spilling from morgue lancet

Caressed your fontanelle

I've sworn to kill every last one

Every last one

Panic in the shakes of the wounded

Panic in the worms

Onto the floor and out of your mouth and out of your eyelids

No there's no light

In the darkest of your furthest reaches

No there′s no light

In the darkest of your furthest reaches

All your dreams splintered off

Leech by leech on this catafalque

Anyone will tell you, yes, anyone

Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm

Your mother flirted with disease

When she skinned that costume by its navel strings

Panic in the shakes of the wounded

Panic in the worms

Onto the floor and out of your mouth and out of your eyelids

No there′s no light

In the darkest of your furthest reaches

No there's no light

In the darkest of your furthest reaches

No there′s no light

In the darkest of your furthest reaches

No there's no light

In the darkest of your furthest reaches

Shockless shackles free you

Volt face cons

Abandon you again

I won′t feel, not this time

Shockless shackles free you

Volt face cons

Abandon you again

I won't feel not this time (oh, yeah)