This black arm band the depth that it's been carried
I still can't stand I can't sink quick enough
Cupid kissed her the day that she got married
Cause this blister is not a callus yet

Stickin' to my life like
Gum on the sole of my shoe
Let this liquid percussion flow on through
Hell is locked in a basement
Where I can still sense you
Let this liquid percussion flow on through

Toss this love like a fistful of dead roses
I'll mute this mike and cup my ear to you
Sharpen this spike to shoot you in small doses
Still wrapped too tight the silence still rings true

Stickin' to my life like
Gum on the sole of my shoe
Let this liquid percussion flow on through
Hell is locked in a basement
Where I can still sense you
Let this liquid percussion flow on through

Must be belated
Or understated
Give me a reason
To commit treason
Must be belated
Or understated
Give me a reason