Tekster: Dillinger Escape Plan. Miss Machine. Phone Home.

Take fire out of heaven's clenched fist cracks slip between my desire to keep your broken heart bleeding just hold tight
and tell another fucking joke to pacify the urge for suicide you know it won't keep waiting so say goodbye 'cause I never
want to hear another word about you and I you know...you never stop now we started out just running out spreading like
wings and we are one I pulled you right out of the gutter when I could have bee lined we started out just running out
spreading like wings and what were we supposed to do? You belong to me and what are we supposed to do? Suck it in, spit it
out you know that two's a crowd? Expectant mother's stillborn baby beauty cries aloud and tries to tell you what I'm about
now don't you worry about a little thing like this it only hurts just a bit I promise I'm going to take you a mile high so
don't you cry 'cause it'll just be baby baby baby nonstop until the end of the night so keep your mouth shut I can tell
you're a good fuck just by the way you wear that innocent look don't you know that enough is never enough I made you now you are property I
can't discard