I earn a keep screaming "ghost" at my own face living proof of what they see (a road trodden black) coughing up lungs to show something's inside
believe it's time for you to avert your eyes i've been looking ugly i've been feeling ugly decency and decorum gave way to the soaked sheets and
up faces torpedoing towards fictional places we manufacture hurt like it's going out of fashion fashioning these weapons like it's our only passion and it
Dropping axles like hints from point b to point a. left broke down auto fingerprints down broke and drowned broadway. turning engines like heads
sure as hell can smoke and it's all i've got to prove this isn't just an inside joke we've rhymed and reasoned ourselves away inside walls so black and white and
