 
Days are numbered 6-6-6 
And I'll begin the countdown
By calling off the circus 
somewhere in these
Cryptic scriptures 
I'll find myself drifting in a sky 
Full of... 
Scars they cut into you 
Blisters rose colored hue
Mayday we're going down 
These mescaline memories are morose 
Your kerosene company is comatose 
Our days are numbered 3-2-1
And when you bit the bullet 
I held the smoking gun 
Somewhere in these
Violent volumes 
I'll find myself drifting in a sky
Full of...
Scars they cut into you 
Blisters rose colored hue
Mayday we're going down 
These mescaline memories are morose 
Your kerosene company is comatose 
And I would sick up half of my cold eye 
To set you on your head 
If I were you then I would memorize 
This loose lipped lullaby 
Instead of waiting 
Carving out your own
Scars they cut into you 
Blisters rose colored hue 
Mayday we're going down 
Follow we went around
Scars they cut into you 
Blisters rose colored hue 
Mayday we're going down 
These mescaline memories are morose 
Your kerosene company is comatose
 
| 1 | Silhouette Serenade | 
| 2 | Seconds Away | 
| 3 | Stay Home | 
| 4 | Long Goodbye | 
| 5 | Accident Sex | 
| 6 | The Body And The Blood | 
| 7 | P.s. Love The Black | 
| 8 | The Great Castration | 
| 9 | There Only Is | 
| 10 | Por Vida |