Lyrics

It's a permanent scar There's a payphone out back You can drop a token glance At the countertop when leaving You could find yourself Underneath the strong box With the name of hell Written in napalm Into the arms of anyone that Hovers in this general space These are the sort of random things That make life interesting It's demanding as hell Tell the truth Set a scene Block the whole damn thing In some supermarket After hours in the staff Break room with a motion Detecting lens