This could be the sound of me tearing
Into your flesh from a distance
Opening fresh wounds
For a peak
And this could be the sound of me breaking
Into your room late at night
Slitting your throat
And cutting off your dick
'Cause everyone I know
Is too comfortable with thier lives
To ever be a part of change
And everyone I know
Is leaving for the weekend
With tickets to the game
Everybody sounds the same
All dirty
All dirty
La la la la la la la
2004 • Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?
2003 • Unicorns Are People Too
2004 • Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?
2004 • Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?
2004 • Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?
2004 • Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?
2004 • Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?
2002 • Three Inches of Blood
2004 • Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?
2003 • Unicorns Are People Too
2004 • Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?
2003 • Unicorns Are People Too