Memories of us speaking in code Fire, birth and captivity Snuff out your open wound Hell next door, my songs don't have the right words Stretch marks from afterbirth Something you'd fix for me Odor of silence is so old Remind me now Fire, birth and captivity All creation, an open wound I'm already there just to give it to you Leather confused for a cow, still a calf, without a blinking open sign Maybe next time, maybe next time Oh, memories of us speaking in code Lust-dimming mirror I miss you so bad If I'm given the upper hand We can dance Sub-infinite at last Pull start our trimmers for the bushes that they beat around Kiss again and blend with death This whine hit a hundred decibels As they tried to box me in But like a bad blood transfusion I just wouldn't take (I just wouldn't take) There's not a lion in the wardrobe Only worried mothers on the highway And a small flood of confusion It's just too late (It's just too late) One thousand milligrams of epinephrine Sleep forever anesthetic The first time I've smiled in years From eating all these constellations Nero's futile attempts To cast out Baphomet I think he knew it'd look less pretentious on 35mm I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you This time I'll keep it to myself Maybe next time, maybe next time Maybe next time, maybe next time Maybe next time, maybe next time Maybe next time, maybe next time We called it the hand we're given All mistake a grenade to dive on Corrected, you breathe with allegiance But my wake will be more entertaining Over and over, agoraphobic When did you get so bold? Over and over, agoraphobic I am worthy of the ark And I hope to God you can't swim, swim, swim I am worthy of the ark And I hope to God you can't swim