That burning feeling

Red liquids

Clear liquids

Blessed are the sick

Children shiver in the river

Where is our God now?

Does he watch over all in El Segundo?

He don't lie when he say

"Under"



I'm wasting away

I find time to pine when pining away my time

Within sin

No redemption

We will find our souls and the shells they're kept in, all wasted away

All wasted away



Blessed the sick in me

The prey, the thrill, the chill and we

Are martyrs that crumble on time

Predestination

We'll stop upon dimes

And he constructed us all in El Segundo

While the shivering children pray



I'm wasting away

I find time to pine when pining away my time

Within sin

No redemption

We will find our souls and the shells they're kept in, all wasted away

All wasted away



Demons in

Demons out

Cry for dawn

Gratis

Bored

I'm the matador of the children's ward



All wasted away



Beggars wed choosers

Bed sheets

Red sheets

Boozers

I'm the head fan

Blessed be my bed pan



I feel a roar having just been mugged

I wait for you having just been mugged

I feel a roar having just been mugged



In the sun, I got this for you

It's under my finger nails

I brought this for you

It's typically Sunday

And I got this for you

It's under my finger nails

And I brought it for you



Demons in

Demons out

Cry for dawn

Gratis

Bored

I'm the matador of the children's ward



All wasted away



Beggars wed choosers

Bed sheets

Red sheets

Boozers

I'm the head fan

Blessed be my bed pan



All wasted away



I'm digging a hole

This is what it's like to be alone



This is what it's like to be alone