Tekstovi: Closure In Moscow. First Temple. Kissing Cousins.

We have never lived
We have never even tried
Come on now give that burden to me
We have never lived
We're just creeping all our days
And you could feast an age
Feast and still feel famine all the same
When this food's an orgasm
Dripping context down my drains

We've had our chances
We didn't see them through

It never ends
Carry on the sin
It never ends
We can never rest
It's like kissing cousins
It's like breaking bread

It gets me so frustrated
Everyone's an expert
I'm so sick of it
Makes me wanna gouge a thousand eyes
Choke five hundred throats
Feed them to the fishes
Swimming in my moat
While I sit in my castle
Pearched all alone
Disconnected
On a sullen throne

It never ends
Carry on the sin
It never ends
We can never rest
It's like kissing cousins
It's Like breaking bread
Come on Sing it
born of detriment
Come on sing it
born of all the ills that lead us in

They're not stopping
It never ends so forever the roam

While I sit in my castle
Pearched all alone
Disconnected
On a sullen throne

We have never lived
We have never even tried
No, we have never lived
We have never even tried

Come on now give that burden to me
It never ends
Carry on the same
It never ends
We can never rest
It's like kissing cousins
Like breaking bread
Sing it
Born of detriment
Come on sing it
Born of all the ills that lead us in


(Thanks to Thorn for these lyrics and to Callanemergency for these corrections)