Letra de The Coin-Op Guillotine (Sharpen the Blade)
Hypnic jerk, and I'm woken from a dream We were pooling pennies for the coin-op guillotine They gotta give us bread but give us roses, or lifeless he reposes In a puddle of blood by a deadly blade agleam Your eyes glazed over while you sat unlistening You said your head's on fire and every thought is kindling A tired life is a wild ride for the saddest boy on the waterslide Whеn the breadcrumbs only lead to whеre you've beenBut the last thing said while we lay in bed Is that "I love when you invoke my death" When the grey gauze mist descends on me like sleepSo how does it seem like I've been coping? My brain is fried and my spirit's broken Working for the coin-op guillotineIf you've got a cross to bearCall my name, I'll see you thereA three beer buzz or bust these days, hungover international break Time slides glacier slow, and the gallows concrete will hit like a pillow House a white whale, all of your exes ache within your solar plexus Heart erupts and the pavement splatters I think I'm right, I don't think it matters Two sounds collide upon the breeze Sunday service, Sunday league From either side there comes unholy screamHow's it look like I've been dealing? Ten-tonne truck struck full of feelings Longing for the coin-op guillotineIf you've got a cross to bearTell me what it costs in prayerCall my name, I'll see you thereWe've gotta pool all of our pennies Between us we have plenty Call my name, I'll see you there