| Disintegration |
| Oh I miss the kiss of treachery the shameless |
| Kiss of vanity the soft and the black and the |
| Velvety up tight against the side of me and |
| Mouth and eyes and heart all bleed and run in |
| Thickening streams of greed as bit by bit it |
| Starts the need to just let go my party piece |
| Oh I miss the kiss of treachery the aching kiss |
| Before I feed the stench of a love for a younger |
| Meat and the sound that it makes when it cuts |
| In deep the holding up on bended knees the |
| Addiction of duplicities as bit by bit it starts |
| The need to just let go my party piece |
| But I never said I would stay to the end so i |
| Leave you with babies and hoping for frequency |
| Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy |
| Screaming me over and over and over I leave |
| You with photographs pictures of trickery |
| Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery |
| Songs about happiness murmured in dreams |
| When we both us knew how the ending would |
| Be… |
| So it’s all come back round to breaking apart |
| Again breking apart like I’m made up of glass |
| Again making it up behind my back again |
| Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again |
| Holding it up behind my head again cut in deep |
| To the heart of the bone again round and round |
| And round and it’s coming apart again over and |
| Over and over |
| Now that I know that I’m breaking to pieces i’ll |
| Pull out my heart and i’ll feed it to anyone |
| Crying for sympathy crocodile cry for the love |
| Of the crowd and the three cheers from |
| Everyone dropping through sky through the |
| Glass of the roof through the roof of your mouth |
| Through the mouth of your eye through the eye |
| Of the needle it’s easier for me to get closer to |
| Heaven than ever feel whole again |
| I never said I would stay to the end I knew i |
| Would leave you with babies and everything |
| Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity |
| Screaming me over and over and over I leave |
| You with photographs pictues of trickery |
| Stains on the carpet and stains on the memory |
| Songs about |
| Happiness murmured in dreams when we both |
| Of us knew how the end always is… |
| How the end always is… |