The slave rubs her wrists,
The clock didn't spin once,
Before she craved a new one
Night prowlers robbing the cradles,
Burn the baby's charcoal hair,
Rub his face until he bleeds,
It's only a temporary measure
How does this story begin?
How do you think this all starts?
The winos are lined up on Public Square,
Sell your soul and get in line
The smiling hypocrite sips her margarita,
Grandma's asleep, she's all alone,
Red ribbon tied around her lily white wrist,
She promised she wouldn't lose control
The jackal grins, it's been a week,
The queen can't hold out much longer,
The walls are all melting,
He sells his soul for debauchery
How does this story begin?
How do you think this all starts?
The winos are lined up on Public Square,
Sell your soul and get in line
The church bells are ringing
How does this story begin?
How do you think this all starts?
The winos are lined up on Public Square,
Sell your soul and get in line
The virgins are standing,
The virgins are standing,
And the critics are yelling,
The critics are screaming,
The lights are all back on,
The popcorn has been spilled,
There's blood on the pavement,
The seats are all flipped up,
The movie is over my dear More from Tectonic Fusion