(There's nothing But I'm drawn to that It may be late And we failed, and we fade out To fucking kiss oblivion) Horseshit Horse glue Tightens the skin Good for food Patient to Doctor "I'm sorry we lost her" "I'm built for grieving You're built for laughter" Lies, they're fucking lies And they drip, in my insides, and outside (There's nothing But choice without flattery And we're paid as vagrants To fucking sit down) I'm sorry we lost her I'm afraid that it's all in a mess Come to me, there's death in them maps I'm afraid it's all gagged "I'm glad that we lost her" Willing every night out Willing every night ever Your sun is down