Our days are numbered 666
And I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus
Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures
I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of
Scars they cut into you
Blisters rose colored hue
Mayday we're going down
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose
Our days are numbered 321
When you bit the bullet
I held the smoking gun
Somewhere in these violent volumes
I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of
Scars they cut into you
Blisters rose colored hue
Mayday we're going down
These masculine memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose
And I would stick up half of my cold eye
To set you on your head
If I were you then I would memorize this loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting
Carving out your own
Scars they cut into you
Blisters rose colored hue
Mayday we're going down
Follow we went around
Scars they cut into you
Blisters rose colored hue
Mayday we're going down
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose
- :
- Scripture (EP)
- Light Year Anniversary
- Miscellaneous
- Sisters of the Red Death
- Between the Never and the Now
- White Knuckled Substance
- Blackout Analysis
- Bim Sherman Compilation
- Cut Your Noose
- Summer Rocks
- WBCN 4: 20 II: More Hits
- The Loveless Records Lucky 13
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 110: March 2003
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 47
- Shatterday
- Promo Only: Modern Rock Radio, October 2003
- 6 Kisses: A Blatant Reminder of Why We Are Alive
- Silhouette Serenade [EP]
- Alternative Times, Volume 63
- Zumiez 2.1