blood burns clean. i can piss gasoline. what
you're willing to waste i can smell, almost taste.
see these lights in my eyes. they record a life of
crime. fingers all wrapped around. tongues pulled
back like loaded guns. we'll do it again one last
time. blood burns clean, wash away gasoline. what
you're willing to waste i can smell. almost
taste.. see these lights in my e yes they record a
life of crime. we'll do it again one last time.
we'll do it again till they pull this gun from my
cold dead hand. living your life like you're
waiting to die, eyes on the clock like you're
hoping you live through this. this is where we got
off quiet calm hanging from dull needles in the
air. dirty rubber souls tracked behind us the
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/NJPfaint trace of suspicion on the terminal floor. if
we had been able to we would have seen our
reflections in passing store front windows only
the late afternoon light refused to let us in and
we moved like ghosts up escalators and down
crowded concrete corridors. every movement was
carefully detected and words painstakingly decoded
and still we fell out from the camera's eye-
erased from the taped evidence- we were the light
footsteps of a practiced and polished abomination.
we passed unquestioned into their vaults where
they gave us anything we wanted without a word.
this whole world laid open wide. say my name like
it's all you've got s ay my name while you bleed
into me. tonight the world is ours.