Conscience on Tilt

I'll start a fire or two until the old broad comes to water it down

That vampiric gaze got me misbehaving again

When the engine spoils and the casket shakes

I'll keep my conscience on tilt

We're the ne'er do wells with our filthy hands in the silver again

I'll put the cult in culture

The conversation is circling the cubical and going nowhere

If I let guard down the taste will foul

In your garden we'll twist and intertwine

Lovers collide

Dead and gone

It taste like an empty womb

Thorax and exit wound

Chime in the silence

A reverie sincere

Oh my love what have you done?

Crisscross your heart like notes carved in a tree

Oh my love what have you done

Again

If hell is at our door

There's no time left