There has never ever been a dull moment
We can kiss the highest clouds
And name them after movie stars.

Your fingers, they're flower pots,
And as the cuticles rack the stem comes through,
You'll never know a poet's eyes unless you see them for yourself.
Yourself (for yourself).

After the truth is found there will be a suicide.
Hear me now and grant my wishes as sins, not ignorance.
Endangered now, with pockets full of oil...
All I have left is a face fucking, homicidal waste of time.

Take these roads (and take them)
And take them fast.

My legs collapse in harmony with the music and I plummet.
My legs collapse in harmony with the music and I plummet
Down, down,
Down, down forever.

I can write the dialogue to a script about your death.
I'm walking across 2nd Avenue...
I'm tripping across Lexington...
I'm falling down Park Avenue...
And dying on Broadway.
I'm walking across 2nd Avenue...
I'm tripping across Lexington...
I'M FALLING DOWN!
I'm falling down Park Avenue...
And dying on Broadway.

Wish amongst wish, hope against hope.
We can wish amongst wish, hope against hope.
We can wish amongst wish, hope against hope.

You have become
A new bloody valentine.
Over and over again,
I've watched you killing yourself.
Hold my hand, let's start the decay.

One shot in the mouth.