From The Moment I Woke,
In Receipt Of A Blackmail Note,
And All Of These Curious Eyes,
A New Disease Of The Last Seen Eyes,
A Live Christ In The City,
I Got My Black-eyed Mind,
I'm Gonna Poison Up The Wrong Way Round,
Like A Bad Design.

It's In The Way That I'm Cold,
Left Dealing With A Famished Soul,
I Won't Give You The Time,
It's Greed Sparked In A Goldmine,
I Can't View Your Condition,
It's As Failed As They Come,
Great Failures Are Forced Into Our Famished Eyes
With A Gun.

It's In The Way That I'm Cold,
Left Dealing With A Famished Soul,
It's All As Fake As They Come,
Burn My Eyes Like A Sunset Gun.

Your Point Of Collapse-
My Mark Of Indifference,
Its All As Fake As They Come,
Burn My Eyes Like A Sunset Gun,
It's Not Like You Care,
Even At My Insistence,
Its All As Fake As They Come-
Burn My Eyes Like A Sunset Gun.

I Won't Give You The Time,
It's Grief Sparked In A Goldmine,
Its In The Way That I'm Cold,
Left Dealing With A Famished Soul,
Its All As Fake As They Come,
Burn My Eyes Like A Sunset Gun.