Anger! Who keeps you under?
Come Firemen of crime
Wash off all the grease now,
Come wash the coat I’ve tried.
The hands that trick the body.
That’s how the knife decides…
Here oh! Angel here…

On my old lovers' head
That’s how I stare at the world

The carpenter and the wind
Jealous candles of the fire.
There’s always someone coming,
And silence always dies down.
Leave me for the summer.
The framing of the mirror,
Worlds that crash each other.
Who keeps you under?

You Have his body,
It’s the only one you need.
The squeaky gets the grease.

Drugs for life, drugs for life
Drugs for life in your palm

Beautiful day, on your own,
And no one keeps you under.

If silence is the question, I never
Liked the answer. Give me all
Your anger… pieces of the mirror