Fire burns the bloodstream, casts shadows on the wall
When you walk along the edge you should be ready for the fall
'Cause you'll fall slowly
Sickness feeds temptation like an insect to the flame
Ravenous and biting into everything you say
You can't know me
Sitting with the junkies in the parking lot
Our buried hatchets turning blue
Hoping that a heavy soul weighs down on you
I cursed the angel's cameras when the elevator closed
I'll never be forever but I'll always be your ghost
Bottles broken
And the faucet's running
Sitting with the junkies in the parking lot
Our buried hatchets turning blue
Hoping that a heavy soul weighs down on you
Sitting with the junkies in the parking lot
Our buried hatchets turning blue
Sitting with the junkies in the parking lot
Our buried hatchets turning blue
And I can't see the bones in you
I can't see the bones in you
I can't see the bones in you
I can't see the bones