THE BLED LYRICS

1. Red Wedding

You are the teeth and the lungs. Biting back and breathing in. Cracked like
a frozen moon. The heat lampseeps into the pores. This is your interrogation
your fingerprints betray your eyes. Died on your honeymoon she made such a
lovely bride. Left the door unlocked for you. The leeches took their turn.
Deny. Your alibi was painted by a blind politician. Inside your swollen eyes
sleeps a genius buried by miscalculations. You are the teeth and the lungs.
Biting back and breathing in. Your love is homicide. The queen is beckoning,
get on your knees and beg for your life. You will pay the price. Close your
eyes and die.

2. You Know Who's Seatbelt

The signal flares will light the way to the scene of the accident, where
we'll dance like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth. Such a sick celebration.
Everyone loves a fucking tragedy in epic proportions. Lets set our hearts at
self-destruct. Like scarlet drips on a white tile floor. A cardiac
metronome. We'll scrape the guardrail from our teeth and start again.
There's a flood in the infirmary where we'll swim through broken glass. Our
prosthetic limbs will keep us afloat. Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.

3. I Never Met Another Gemini

Slowly we peel away the layers and the light seeps through the cracks. You
whispered softly in my ear "the birth of morning's upon us, dear," the
bandages feel upon the floor. And there was no one in that room. It's quiet
down the hallway where the doctors wash their hands. Behind my eyes I feel
the hollow jabs of your morphine kiss. Your anesthetic voice is autographed
upon my bones. This reception died in vein. In vain. A tarnished angel
leaves her ghost on the surface. A jealous daughter starves to death for the
mother as I awaited your return. I wait for your return. It seems the only
way that I will ever feel alive. Throw myself into my injuries and close my
eyes. I'd give anything to feel alive. And I will wait for you tonight. The
scalpel carves a map for you.

4. Ruth Buzzi Better Watch Her Back

Somewhere between the frozen layers sleeps a fragile woman. Waiting for her
husband to remove the shards of glass. The sun betrays the light that it
once shed. And daughter cuts the hair. Tangled in a silver brush. Spitting
at a broken mirror. I feel the movement of ghosts in the room. She keeps a
photograph locked in her mouth. The smell of turpentine drips from the
walls. Forgive and forget. Relive and regret. You're not alone. I've seen
the dead arise. The ice will someday thaw and she will wait no more.

5. Sound Of Sulfur

Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze. The show must go on. The funeral
needs star. Tonight I have become the gossip and the choir. The useless and
the used. The one who reaches for her arms. I am denial. You are the one who
fell from grace for them. Is there a reason why? The funeral needs a star.
As you walk away for the last time could you hear my heart consumed behind
you? As you turn your back from the dying did you feel the sun burn out
inside you? You set my wings ablaze. You will run from familiar arms into
their embrace. I hope they love you like I did when you needed me and I came
for you that night.

6. Porcelain Hearts And Hammers for Teeth

I'd burn alive to keep you warm when you're alone. Shiver under blankets in
the basement where our secrets sleep. You pour the liquor on the staircase,
girl. Pass the flask and close your eyes. Are you grieving for what we've
become? Are you running from that room? We set the evidence on fire. We
light cigarettes and chase out old regrets. Are you grieving for tonight? I
smell the sulfur on her skin (breathe in). Yesterday will be the end of you
and I. Yesterday will be the end of shoulders where we rest our head. Now we
grieve for tomorrow goes on without us. Now we breathe for no one else.
Everything is broken slowly sinking under waiting for tomorrow waiting for
the grave to tell me that she's lonely. Open up and hold me slowly feel my
body becoming one and only. Death is just an excuse to forget you. Now we
run from ourselves. Hope lies not in the mirror. I'll burn alive for you.

7. Get Up You Son Of A Bitch, Cause Mickey Loves Ya

The telephone swallowed the child. This is the last time I say your name.
The crackle and hiss from the walls. You smile like a catholic in heat. Just
don't forget what you've done. Just don't forget. This is the last time that
I say your name. Forget the fuck away from me. The child is sleeping under
the wires.

8. Spitshine Sonata

I lost my voice in the fire. I burned my eyes staring at your eclipse. I was
just a child. My father's favorite. Such delicate arms keep reaching toward
the horizon. As we keep starving for this beauty we are sick with distance.
Grieving for his failure. We are sick with distance. Starving for this beauty.
You keep me on my knees mummified in your arms. This is the last chance that
you will get to breathe my name into his chest. Only the deaf find peace. Only
the blind won't reach.

9. We Are The Industry

You plug me in and turn me on. Turn on me. I am your device of manufactured
hope. You plug me in and turn me into wires and blood. I am your trophy wife
shaking hands with your guests. Hi my name is "yours". The unfortunate ones
will be spared. We are the industry. I'm sorry but your name is not on the
list. Your results do not comply. Your ashes will fuel the machine. We are
the industry. We are the birth and the death.

10. Nothing We Say Leave This Room

Your eyes being to stare at the polygraph machine as you become aware of the
satellites that call her name. It's as if the ocean swallowed the city
lights that we fell in love with. Paralyzed and paranoid, we withdraw the
hands we held. This is beginning to get ugly, dear. You feed me to the
lions. Now the tongue becomes the bridge between broken teeth. Now you feed
me to the lions. How we reach for the arms but only clasp the knees. How we
reach for each other only to die alone. How we reach for the stars only to
swim through the dead. How we strive to connect only to fall apart. Just
between me and you I felt the rapture in your arms.







THE BLED LYRICS