Lyrics

Say nothing of the fucked and the faithless
With streams of mud on our faces
In these never ceasing nights
And endless poses that leave us graceless
New lipstick, my lips are red and I smell blood
Speak but keep it low stay eloquent and true
Keep your gifts all I have is the present
With no need for all of it's subsequent refuse of which I must refuse.

I can't stay sick, no I can't stay sick
I got to get better or my heart will be fettered
I kept my days and my feathers numbered
So I can rip'em out in my slumber
When I dream that things are better

I'm no prize fighter though my nose is broke
I never felt lighter then when telling a joke
Isn't this goddamn body just on loan?
Ogre models and ugly lovers all
Are cast about this city's sprawl
Mend the cartilage and bone
Cuz I can't do this alone.

I can't stay sick, no I can't stay sick
I got to get better or my heart will be fettered
I kept my days and my feathers numbered
So I can live'em out and wonder
If things will get better better.