I want to see a red light
No salvage wanted
Don't want your damage to none
I'm gone away
I want to see a red light
No salvage wanted
I watch it dead to rights
No way out
Black tar Play-Doh
Tarmac pavement
Part time hobo
In place on Nostromo
Slipping down the step stone
Partial as your statements
Faceless septum on charcoal angels
Strip it down to bones in pride
Inside just like a silent tone
No ring but strain, never pluck no hertz
Just stuck mane, inside of duct tape
Flogging horses, twisting silent
Trial torsion, instinct honest
Always stick inside them
Wall of Post-it mortem
I want to see a red light
No salvage wanted
Don't want your damage to none
I'm gone away
I want to see a red light
No salvage wanted
I watch it dead to rights
No way out
Sleep inside a chapel
Run and hide when bitches get got
The taste of turpentine and mercury is distant
And knots are tied on dreary arms
No batteries to carry on
Imbalance in material
Severe is when they fuck it up
I don't recognize
Turn away all deceit or signs, oh
I want to see a red light
No salvage wanted
Don't want your damage to none
I'm gone away
I want to see a red light
No salvage wanted
I watch it dead to rights
No way out
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