There's trouble in the way you stake this out It's evil by design that has us falling, stalling through If I could find a way to betray you and them. Watching all these ones by twos All clad in sequined nooses Our parade of choosers, but we're so damned elegant today It's terrible the way you'd make this out Destruction in the signs that have us falling, crawling through If I could find a way to betray you and them.