Opening scenes
Dirty laundry
Bullets shines under her lids
Reckoning feels
Taste her mind oils
Burning up in her world again
Wait for me now
I can scream for more.. who's to win
Wait for me now
Lack of visions
Taste so dirty
The eyes at night examine her skin
Immaculate dreams
Open fire
Stains the sheets to hide her shame
I can scream for more.. who's to win
Wait for me now
I can scream for life to begin
Wait for me now
Can you feel it
Can you feel the same
Will your always like
Who it is
Wait for me now
I can scream for more.. who's to win
Wait for me now
I can scream for life to begin
Wait for me now
Chosen barmaids
Lick the tables
In the crux of all their shattered hearts
Now we are.. open
We are.. open
Desperate mothers
In their fables
Overpainted
Dressed like death breathing whores
Now we are.. open
We are.. Open
Fading starlights
Vain and labeled
Cries of purpose
In their blackened arms
Now we are.. open
We are.. open
