written by: Jak Locke

from Mood Swing Era (June 9th 2010) (3:07)
Along the nightlight streets I staggered absently
The voice of God spoke out, but accidentally
The innocent are dead, her lips are wet with blood
Willing sacrifices breathe under the flood

Beautiful, no eyes, no mouth to hold her screams
She spoke to me in tongues and asked to hold my dreams
Murder on my lips, her face is wet with tears
No reason to believe what anybody hears

Lover I've discovered in the blood, ragged veins that drain
And pained howls from your beautiful dead mouth, happiness

Kiss my eyes and dream
We died and paid the fare
Someone told the truth
And no one even cared, yeah

earliest live performance: September 23rd 2006