Lyrics:

From The Corner Is Where It Starts
torn In Half Like A Dollar Bill
happy Mourners Window Heart Is Bitter Still
truth's Fictions Stranger Than Any Lie
smooth Convictions Danger Plan Of Twisted Night

does The Pope Shit In The Wood
he Might Be Damned Hoarding All His Ill-Got Goods With Uncle Sam
greener Grass On The Comfort Side Your Easy Choice
i'm Leaning Fast Into The Twisted Night
one Voice

at The Bottom's Where It Ends
no Between, Catch Life's Riddles Fates Winds Send
depraviteam So Low, It's Been Real
a Total Fiend, By His Hand A Lonely Man
looking For A Streetside Queen