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Our days are numbered 6-6-6
and I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus
somewhere in these cryptic scriptures

I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of
scars they cut into you
Blisters rose colored hue
mayday we're going down
These masculine memories are morose
Your kerosine company is comatose

Our days are numbered 3-2-1
And when you bit the bullet I held the smoking gun
Somewhere in these violent volumes

I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of
scars they cut into you
Blisters rose colored hue
mayday we're going down
These masculine memories are morose
Your kerosine company is comatose

And I would sick up half of my cold eye
to set you on your head
If I were you then I would memorize
this loose lipped lullaby insted of waiting
carving out your own

I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of
scars they cut into you
Blisters rose colored hue
mayday we're going down
These masculine memories are morose
Your kerosine company is comatose