Fugitives

Tectonic plates Moving in me Earthquake in my head Set me on fire Without desire Tear me from my flesh Nobody's home Only my soul In a stone, that sinks to the bottom Of an ocean oh so blue I can still see your tattoos And the way that you sing me to sleep And if you read me Loud and clear I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry For Choking in your jet black hair Saying that I wouldn't care If you drowned me But then you found me Flying through the windshield Gasoline coffin Ball-point pierced tongue Reminds me Of a bullet in the back of my mouth I've been in ecstasy free-fall For the longest time, so I Take the money and run Just take the money and run Twenty-first century devil Catalyst of all my deadly sins Digital bitch, critical itch And I'd praise her again And if you read me Loud and clear I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry For Choking in your jet black hair Saying that I wouldn't care If you drowned me But then you found me Flying through the windshield Gasoline coffin And the ocean Will open And swallow Me whole Yeah the ocean Will open And swallow You