You'd Be In Good Shape if You Ran Like Your Mouth Does

lie to all your friends say everything is alright
let them sing you sad songs in the night
remember the bells, the cheap champagne?

remember the vows? the looks you gave?

did your lungs ever tire of the poison?
you're changing colors with the season
i never said i didn't believe
but i've got no faith in you and me

pull down all the trees
burn down all these clouds
tell your God what you thought you knew about

well its saturday night, the party's just right

and can you feel him coming closer, closer, closer?

then it's sink or swim, but your heart's made of lead

and it's sink or swim, but your lungs are dead

too bad it wasn't a mutual head

too bad it wasn't a common existence

did your lungs ever tire of poison?
because you're full of everything but reason
i never said i didn't believe
but i've got no faith in you or me

we're all dead, pull down all the trees
everything's said, burn down the clouds
breathe in (run away), breathe in (run away), breathe in (run away)

this glass house is crumbling

(but go ahead and pick up the knife)

like the house of cards on your black hole heart

(i'd like to see what you're made of)

but i hope my name tastes good in your mouth

(go ahead and pick up the knife)

because i lied when i said i was looking South

(i'd like to see what you're made of)

i hope my name tastes good on your tongue

(so go ahead and pick up the knife)

i hope it fits just right in your black lung

(i'd like to see what you're made of)

this glass house is crumbling

(but go ahead and pick up the knife)

like the house of cards on your black hole heart

(i'd like to see what you're made of)

but i hope my name tastes good in your mouth

(go ahead and pick up the knife)

because i lied when i said i was looking South

(i'd like to see what you're made of)

i hope my name tastes good on your tongue

(so go ahead and pick up the knife)

i hope it fits just right in your black lung

(i'd like to see what you're made of)

Cannon To A Whisper

from a cannon to a whisper,
he whispered "maybe i'll disappear"
play you songs from the road
with all these lyrics i stole
from torn up record sleeves
and all these secrets you don't keep

well you're so delicate, i became a machine
you're so delicate, i became a machine
you're so delicate, i became a machine
you're so delicate, i am, i am a machine

well it went from a cannon to a whisper
from a lover to a kisser
and you thought you were one step closer
but you've never been farther away
and i only wanted an answer
so whisper, whisper, whisper

well you're so delicate, i became a machine
you're so delicate, i became a machine
you're so delicate, i became a machine
you're so delicate, i am, i am a machine

we're all killers just like you
(cannon to a whisper)
we're all dying just like you
(take apart the words)
we're all killers just like you
(cannon to a whisper)
we're all dying just like you
(take apart the words)
we're starting fires just like you
(cannon to a whisper)
we're just as lost as you

we're gonna die like this you know,
rusted, faded and old
say i'd disappear, say i'd disappear,
say i won't, say i won't, say i won't
(are you sure? are you sure? are you sure?)
we're gonna die like this you know,
rusted, faded and old
say i'd disappear, say i'd disappear,s
ay i won't, say i won't, say i won't
(are you sure? are you sure? are you sure?)

Stranger At The Crossroads

blindlesly waiting
waiting on the lonely road
a stranger in white
lends me her hand and showed me what she knows

she began to sing a sinful tune
with a cold black look in her eyes
her voice erupted with a lustful rage 
and took me by surprise

her voice burned up the night sky
that haunting tone made my heart still
i asked her to teach me what she knew
and she said man go do my will

a kiss on the lips with a fiery touch
it grasped my soul within
as my voice sang a song of monstrous tales
i could tell this girl was sin

my heart soon filled with a flaming pain
to the ground my body slammed
have mercy on me i pleaded
she whispered no sympathy for the damned

now i wait on these crossroads alone
waiting for the next innocent hand
and when they ask for forgivness
i'll whisper no sympathy for the damned