Do you always 
Have to hire actors, 
To play the devils 
That talk me 
Out of my 
Sui-sites? 
You're just 
ring tone, 
That happens when 
You get sick enough 
To call the one 
With bullet holes, 
Bullet holes for eyes 
Fall on your knees 
I hear the horrid voices 
Of someone else's angels 
Fall on your knees 
I hear the horrid voices 
Of someone else's angels 
I broke open the box 
When I spoke the spell 
I became 
An entrance wound 
To your bedroom grave, 
and I was paid 
With the shadow of consensual rape 
Your ransom note 
Is quoted by, 
Your death and 
Birth certificates 
And all of your love, 
And all of your love letters 
Read just like my will 
Fall on your knees 
I hear the horrid voices 
Of someone else's angels 
Fall on your knees 
I hear the horrid voices 
Of someone else's angels 
I don't have to see 
To know that murderers 
Are getting Prettier 
Every day 
I don't have to see 
To know that murderers 
Are getting Prettier 
Every day 
Fall on your knees 
I hear the horrid voices 
Of someone else's angels