NJ Falls Into The Atlantic - Senses Fail

And it’s 4am and we will stalk again

The princess and her bitter queen.

On the 4th day of July

Deep in summers eye,

Naked like the truth should always be.

So speak your knives.

(Don't follow, with your foot)

All this pain here,

(All comes from your dry lung)

I won’t listen

(Your rhetoric is fleeting)

My lies are fixed with glue.

Coming straight from off the water

Sunburned face and drunken father

Crying as she’s carving in her flesh.

And it’s 4am and we will stalk again

The princess and her bitter queen.

On the 4th day of July

Deep in summers eye,

Naked like the truth should always be.

This false art

(Of palm trees and trash heaps)

This burning bed

(Where my ghost will now sleep)

Watching romance from a far seat

Bleeding from the glass on my feet

Learning that I love the smell of flesh.

And it’s 4am and we will stalk again

The princess and her bitter queen.

On the 4th day of July

Deep in summers eye,

Naked like the truth should always be.

An angel on his two knees

Arms stretched towards the red sea

Of violence and a sultry tongue

The scenic view of carnage

'Caused by the sword in his hands

The beauty resonates in birth.

It’s plain to see the wind beneath the trees.

Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet.

I lay in space choked by my own air.

I love the taste of your blackened lips.

And it’s 4am and we will stalk again

The princess and her bitter queen.

On the 4th day of July

Deep in summers eye,

Naked like the truth should always be.