Something won and lost in desire drove us there
Something good where our feet is
Now we seek his electricity
Always
Even if it ain't our turn
Even if we ain't next in line
We'll say "No really. It's OK. We're fine."
And then we'll be with some people that we... don't really want to be with.
Laughing like idiots.
To an artist's auntie's Jesus.
Jesus.

Last year there was this tranquil room that we'd hide in.
You wanna hold off
When we feel our arms stretch out to our sides
We feel ourselves blinded
Into the darkness
Into the dull noise
Into the century of heat

The velvet pollution
Into the city
That's where you'll find us
Slightly walking
Slightly dreaming
Slightly walking
Slightly making dreaming sounds

An anaconda makes no noise
And the lightning just adds to the light
And the rain washing nothing away
No one's going anywhere
Everyone's here to stay

Whores, freaks, saints, and angels
We're all beautiful
We're all dangerous
We're all users
We're all takers
This is how i got made.

I haven't fallen to the sword of God
And preachers screaming to my face.
I haven't fallen the edge the sword of God

Screaming. As i just stared up.
Stared up in his arms.
I watched his beatiful veins
Move up his arms
Into his neck
Into his face.
I just stared as his beautiful face.

Whores, freaks, saints, and angels
We're all beautiful
We're all dangerous
We're all users
We're all takers
This is how i got made.