That burning feeling, red liquids, clear liquids
Blessed are the sick, children shiver in the river
Where is our god now? Does he watch over all in El Segundo?
And he don't lie when he say, "Under"
While I find time to pine, while pining away my time
Wasting away, within sin, with no redemption
We find our souls, and the shells they're kept in
All wasted away
And I find time to pine, while pining away my time
I'm wasting away
Blessed, the sick in me
The prey, the thrill, the chill, and we
Are martyrs that crumble on time
Predestination, we'll stop upon dimes
And he'd constructed us all in El Segundo
While the shivering children pray
And I find time to pine, while pining away my time
Wasting away, within sin, with no redemption
We will find our souls, and the shells they're kept in
All wasted away
I swear I got this for sure (I'm wasting away)
Demons in, demons out
Cry for dawn, gratis, bored, I'm
I'm the matador of the children's ward
Beggars wed choosers
Red sheet, bed sheet, boozers
I'm the head fan, blessed be my bed pan
Worn and just been mugged
I wait for you, having just been mugged
Feel worn, having just been mugged
Die (yeah) in the sun, I've got this for you
Under my fingernails, and I brought this for you
It's typically Sunday, and I got this for you
It's under my fingernails, and I brought it for you (I'm wasting away)
Demons in, demons out
Cry for dawn, gratis, bored, I'm
I'm the matador of the children's ward
Beggars wed choosers
Red sheets, bed sheet, boozer
I'm the head fan, blessed be my bed pan
Now, I'm digging a hole
I'll shut out the world
Now, every time I'm falling through, and this
This is what it's like to be alone
This is what it's like to be alone