[Verse 1]
From the corner is where it starts
Torn in half like a dollar bill
Happy mourners window heart is bitter still
Truth's fictions stranger than any lie
Smooth convictions danger plan of twisted night
[Verse 2]
Does the pope shit in the wood?
He might be damned
Hoarding all his ill-got goods with Uncle Sam
Greener grass on the comfort side your easy choice
I'm leaning fast into the twisted night
One voice
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
At the bottom's where it ends
No between, catch life's riddles fates winds send
Depraviteam so low, it's been real
A total fiend, by his hand a lonely man
Looking for a streetside queen