Lyrics:

We are all soured milk when we look in the mirror and collapse.

We are all soured milk when we look in the mirror and collapse.
When our time has come, when our fingers on the trigger we collapse.

Arms are flailing, swirling like a poison in the sink.

Like the southern belle, playing songs of horror like teeth among the grass.
Like the bullet shell, whistle and a hum, watch the good folks run.

We are all rotten fruit, when the pipelines starts to flow in we collapse.
When our time has come, when the city needs a lynching we collapse

Arms are fading, the devil's in the eye of every man.

Water in the well, a baptist and a baby were rolling in the leaves.
Keep her spirit well, adopted baby's father will lay her out to dry.