[These words are from the booklet. The only ambiguity is how to format it best.]
The blood...
how it paints such a scene
foul routine pedigree
mouth agape, stuttered hands attempt
to flail, and finally agree
her heart ceases its rhythm
somewhere trumpets decay
in the front by the well
wishing wishes that
deny the stale smell in the hay
there, no one cry [cries?]
place these over her eyes
we are broke and alone
we are broken alone
[CHORUS:]
(She's inanimate)
(bloodless elegance)
Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery
(helpless hiding tongues)
(bathed in revulsion)
her lies unfinished
beauty wilting premature
But we can't be too sure
o we can't be too sure
reserved, always playing the part
of the boy left alone
he proceeds to the road
beyond the home he'd learn to call his own.
[CHORUS]
One life for another.
[CHORUS]