that burning feeling red liquids clear liquids blessed are the sick children shiver in the river where is our god now does he watch over all in el segundo he don t lie when he say under i m wasting away i find time to pine when pining away my time within sin with no redemption we will find our souls and the shells they re kept in all wasted away blessed are the sick in me the prey the thrill the chill and we are martyrs that crumble on time predestination we ll stop upon dimes and he d constructed us all in el segundo as the shivering children pray demons in demons out cry for dawn gratis bored i m i m the matador of the children s ward beggars wed choosers red sheets bed sheet boozers i m the head fan blessed be my bed pan it s a cold having just been mugged feeling in the sun i ve got this for you under my finger nails and i brought this for you it s typically sunday and i got this for you it s under my finger nails and i brought it for you demons in demons out cry for dawn gratis bored i m i m the matador of the children s ward beggars wed choosers red sheets bed sheet boozers i m the head fan blessed be my bed pan i m digging a hole this is what it s like to feel alone