Lyrics

Pack in tight and breath in more We have reached the solid core Well beyond the gore All aglow and reaching for The chalice that I pissed into Cover up your sores And turn in your rewards And find out where your ride went If I can't leave Tight Up high across the cold lips You're all routed on the same trip I get paid to wreck the good ship How could I name? How could I name you all? You got passed through all the filters You get it put down on the same lists I get paid to wreck the good ships How could I name? How could I name you all?