We are box office poison
The spit in your eye
The small print in the contract The itch between your thighs
The black sheep of dark horses The truth you cannot swallow
The hole in your shoe And the loss that leaves you hollow
We'll feel it all right down to the marrow
We'll walk a road beneath a black cloud of
virules We are the spike in your heel
The black explosion behind your eyes
The stain on your clothes
And the mirror that never lies The locked room in your unconscious
The dream dreamt in the presence of
reason The false note in your song
Your heart's filthy treason We'll
feel it all right down to the marrow
We'll walk a road beneath a black cloud of virules
We'll feel it all right down to the marrow
We'll walk a road beneath a black cloud of
virules