Lady Caroline Lamb, where are you now?
Your love knew no bounds

A picture of ill health engraved with scars
Slips into foreign tongue from afar

Thou false to him, thou fiend to me
One day, some day, I will flee

God eats no confidence
Ruins as a matter of course
And four hours worn on me

A wasted touch of remorse
A quaalude for five

The most horrible imagination
And desperation

Same ugly joke from the distorted clown
The dried, peeling paint
And eyes full of the sadness
Another nightmare

A forced laughter

I've been known to practice Santeria
Oft to conjure and exorcise your fevered demons
I've been known to imagine, nay, dream
That a little of the old witchcraft only hurts a few
So open the gate for me

We're left to drown by the Indianapolis...
Suffocating and torn
It never sinks in the weight of expectation
As the bodies drift away

The dull aches with the crash of thunder
The rain choking another cigarette

Still, the drowned rats have earned their love

And so we watch them burn

Breathe in your dust
Rage in your walls
And I can see the fire in your eyes

Under fire in your mind

Sometimes the wounds have to wait
But I'll torture you before too long
We just don't want Jesus to see

I'm the cold, steel barrel of the gun.

Shame that time and age tear us apart
One passes, one remains

Fate wielding unforgiving hand
The politics of your nothingness

And you're still staring down at me

History says I'm going crazy
It's nothing... A greater pain than myself

The problems come at night
When it feels like you're all alone
With only your Paris Green beside you
And the same old pile of bones

It is not my fault that I want to eat your corpse