Mine shapens red into my eyes and twisted inside
My god and drink in their ideals
They always confide

You know the way to let me out of your hand
and all the matches dash against my eyes red
Your days of menthols, they drained my eyes red
As I walk my felt tipped branch against my eyes red, against my eyes red

Felt an eyelash and that, never will erase, too late

and I scrape my eyes from her back, I'm back to the core
For flesh to cradle, I want health, yet so impure, I'm so impure

You know the way to let me out of your hand
and all the matches dash against eyes red
Your days of menthols they drained my eyes red
as I walk my felt tipped branch against my eyes red, against my eyes red