NJ Falls Into the Atlantic

And it's 4am

And we will stalk again

The princess, and her bitter queen.

On the 4th day of July

Deep in summer's eye

Naked like the truth should always be.

So speak your lives

(Don't follow with your foot)

All this pain here

(All comes from your dry lungs)

I won't listen

(Your retheric is fleeting)

My knives are fixed with glue.

Coming straight from out the water

Sun-burned face and drunken father

Crying and 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 summer's 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 summer's eye

Naked like the truth should always be.

An angel on his two knees

Arms stretched towards red sea

Of violence and his 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 summer's eye

Naked like the truth should always be.