SCARLET LYRICS

1. O.D.

Welcome to the world of the manic depressed.
Hopped up on Valium and in cardiac arrest.
Hold me closer when this world ends.

We could share our endorphins.
We could sleep with loaded shotguns and trigger happy trends.
To become prosthetic and disinfect our friends.

For the panic attacked and the socially phobic.
The human pets neurotic and hopeless.
We're all hopeless tonight.

I don't need your therapy.
I don't want you telling me.
Everything will be alright.

2. Get Your Gun

Johnny, get your gun. I'm not afraid to die.
Johnny, get your gun. For a suicide pact tonight.
Burning out with the Hollywood hopefuls.

Johnny, I'm not your dying star.
Ultra violence. Wrapped in cellophane.

Bound and gagged in the back of my car.
That cardboard cut out icon was my swinging rope and skipping toes.
My world came crashing down.

3. The Joy Decoys Are Coming

The joy decoys are coming. Dirty as a dollar and twice as numbing.
Backstabbing salesmen telling you ho to feel. Door to door gunpoint.
They are making you kneel. The rip off artists are coming.
Selling you flesh to the meat markets and running.
Sleazy used car salesmen telling you how to feel.

If you want love, you can buy love. Everyone is for sale.
Your devil in a three-piece suit is here.
His gun cocked to shoot who is near.

You are the money hungry prostitute swine.
Selling your soul one dollar at a time.
You are the money hungry prostitute swine.
Open your legs and recite these lines.

4. Suicide Soundtrack

Hey suicide soldier. With the weight of the world on your shoulders.
Has everything left you tired?
Feeling drained and uninspired?
Well, you're just a freak. Like the rest of us.

Just a lonely freak. Falling out of touch.
When everything feels like it's just too much.
Sing along to a disposable song. Now you're one of us.
Hey suicide soldier I've got enough matches to burn down Rome.
It'll give you something to live for. Something to die for.

Something other than being alone. This is the sound of the voice pollution.
This is the burning bra revolution. You are the discarded nation.
Burning down every radio station.
When you need an anthem to feel.
Sing it loud sing it proud.
Go fight kill.

5. Life Support

You need me and I need this illusion of safety.
I'm just too scared of being alone.
Without you my air supply is low. And my heart is going to explode.
Feed me a steady diet of resuscitator thrusts.
Look at the lonely people decayed and feeble.
And look at what it's doing to us.
So put me on our life support. My pulse is fading and my breath is short.

So put me on your life support. I'm damaged goods on your police report.
You were the adrenaline shot to my heart when euphoria and I just couldn't
part.
Look at the lonely people, decayed and feeble
And look at what it's doing to us.

6. Dead America

Looking into her shadowed eyes.
Looking into her shadowed skies.
Dead America Breathing her air.
Feeling her scare Dead America.
The streets are throbbing with fear.

7. Sinning By Your Side

Does this hurt you? Does this make you feel alive?
Can I be the lover in your bed? Sinning by your side.
If I cut you will you bleed? If I touch you will you need?
Annie, pull me closer. Annie, crush me harder.
Take my breath away.
Feel your blood flow. Feel me down slow.
I know I'm the best you've ever had.

You're Mr. Big shot. You're Mr. Cheap shot. Say my name again.
I'm the best you ever had. You're Mr. Big shot. You're Mr. Cheap shot.
Hey, whatever makes you come.

8. Nymphoteens

Are you vulnerable right now? Can I own you somehow?
do I make you feel degraded? Like a worthless piece of meat.
Bound beaten and overrated. Nyphoteens silver screens.
We are all just fiends. Tell me I'm your sex machine.
Living out your sweetest dream. Making every nympho scream.
Or date raping every teen. I'm your narcissistic self-esteem.

9. Human Pollen

Hey human pollen. Infect us all.
Our rubber gloves will protect our fall.
Just let the A.I.D.S. police go ahead and shoot first.
Ask questions later.

Shoot, shoot. Let them shoot.
Let them let them shoot. Let them shoot.

Neophytes ate alive by insect bites.
Showing every flaw in fluorescent lights.
Shoot, shoot. Let them shoot. Let them shoot. Let them shoot.

10. Lie. Fake. Money-Make.

This static hit the airwaves. This gimmick hit the big time.
We bought these masks in California where those plastic surgeons are the
crime.
Liars and fakers are good moneymakers.
Two-faced, double crossed, and vacant.
We started a suicide cult today and killed ourselves for the cliché.

Would you follow each other to the next big thing?
Of shooting yourself in the face.
Would you bleed yourself dry? Just to live out that lie?
And for one empty embrace. Bulimic and hostile.
Are you sedated? Are you the emaciated?

11. Florescent Sunshine

Army ants living a little white lie. A slave to the wage and the nine to
five.
I want the monotony. I need the anonymity.

My job defines who I am. It's my personal Jesus. It's the evolution of man.
My net worth tells me who I am. This is something you can't understand
...anymore.
Take it all and beg for more.
We're all drugged monkeys. Content with our role.
We're all porn junkies. Looking for a hole.

12. No One's Getting Out Alive

Dead presidents. Bleeding America blue.
Dead presidents. Shocking you with stun guns on the seven o' clock news
Your right hand man is sharpening his knives.
Side by side. One by one.
standing in line to die. It's the pixilated face of your fear.
Is he living next door? Or is he near?
So just do whatever it takes to sedate yourself between commercial breaks.
Because the psychotic hype has arrived. No one's getting out alive.

13. The Mannequin Campaign

This is the mannequin campaign. This is the shock value refrain.
For the drug addicts and the stoned fanatics.
Drugs, drugs, drugs. Drag queens cross-dressed and gender bent.
Laying on all fours to pay the rent.
For the drug addicts and the stoned fanatics.
Drugs, drugs, drugs.
This is the mannequin campaign of the bleached white.
The run way models whoring themselves at night.
For the drug addicts and the stoned fanatics.
Drugs, drugs, drugs.

14. My Black Hole Girl

I've covered all my traces and given all the facelifts.
This is my black hole that I have become.
You are the reason that I am so numb.
I'm blowing the cover of a two timing lover.
This is the black hole that I have become.
You are the reason that I am so numb.

15. Untitled

The sky is falling on a TV screen. Mass hysteria for an American Dream.
This antichrist is coming to kill your young.
Load your firearms because security is a warm warm gun.
Armageddon well packaged and formatted for your TV screen.
With fagged out politicians and pop star rape machines.
Give us more medication so we can run away from another day.
Give us more isolation because it works for me.
Give us more desperation because it works for me.

16. You're My Fix

Ms. Doe. I've been watching you outside your window.
Cutting myself to feel new. I want to tie you up and pin you down Ms. Doe.
You're my only muse. This blindfold and this gag, they're both for you.
I want to tie you up and pin you down.
I want to feel lost and feel found.

My nerves are shot and my wrists are slit.
I'm your stalker and you're my fix.
You're my fix. You're my fix. You're my fix.







SCARLET LYRICS