Blue hell, blue hell, blue hell, yeah
Karma could not account for this
Could not account for this
I'm forced to live amid your lust and cynical distrust
Of all that's genuine
As if you've out-evolved the need for love
Regrettable, but that's the way it goes
That's the way it goes
I have to watch you die a thousand times
After your deaths you will face mine
Lids stretched wide, open eyes
But I'll be fine and you'll be fine
That's the way it goes
That's the way it goes
A picket fence in perpetuity
Fifty-five percent gratuity
Graphic violence wouldn't last here
It would cower
Reliving the same hour every hour
It always comes around
You always hear the sound
Like clockwork if the clock was damned
You dangle from the second hand
Sometimes I wonder if we're real or if we're fake
How much pressure can we stand before we break?
Holding up the mirror was a mistake
Holding up the mirror was a mistake