Texty: The Black Maria. The Lines We Cross.

Something comes over me
There's poison coming from the TV
The buzzing attracts the fleas
I've seen the sun rise for weeks

We're lost in each other
What's one without the other?
Fused together, fused together

Paranoid by the sound of the streets
Wood creaks like the march of machines
My blood lust consuming me
My hunger is matched by my greed

We're lost in each other
What's one without the other?
Fused together, fused together

We're lost in each other
What's one without the other?
Fused together, fused together

Now save us from the killer's eye
Save us from the lines we cross