| He’s in the last cell, stay to the left |
| Thank you |
| Don’t get close to the glass, and be careful |
| If he smells your fear he’ll eat you alive |
| Hello Clarice |
| Nothing’s free at this meat and greet |
| Quid pro quo as we go |
| Sparing any disease |
| Take a seat |
| A tray desperate for some information |
| Skip poor white trash by one generation |
| I’m just mad |
| The silence is circling |
| Like lambs to a slaughter |
| This dance never ends |
| Cut in and savor the consequence |
| Oh, my darling agent |
| Stalling me is not just |
| Open my mind |
| Help you find |
| A fiend who’ll fish straight through |
| The blood will spill |
| Just this nasty habit |
| With my refined palette |
| Then tell me who kills |
| good die young |
| The silence is circling |
| Like lambs to a slaughter |
| This dance never ends |
| Cut in and savor the consequence |
| Defiled, starved and skinned |
| Like many before her |
| It’s happened again |
| fly just to start again |
| The starling spreads her wings |
| or capture me a sour taste |
| The moth is pulling her strings |
| the strings |
| One final flight for vanity |
| I’d fuck me |
| Put the lotion in the basket |
| Bid farewell then close the casket |
| Put the lotion in the basket |
| Bid farewell then close the casket |
| The silence is circling |
| Like lambs to a slaughter |
| This dance never ends |
| Cut in and savor the consequence |
| Defiled, starved and skinned |
| Like many before her |
| It’s happened again |
| fly just to start again |
| The silence is circling |
| It’s circling |
| (Cut in and savor the consequence) |
| I found a flavor I can’t resist |
| I’d fuck me |