There's trouble in the way you stake this out
It's evil by design that has us falling, stalling through
If I could find a way to betray you and them
Watching all these ones by twos
All clad in sequined nooses
Our parade of choosers, but we're so damned elegant today
It's terrible the way you'd make this out
Destruction in the signs that have us falling, crawling through
If I could find a way to betray you and them.
