Текст песни NJ Falls Into the Atlantic - Senses Fail
                                                It's 
4                                                A.M. 
                                                and 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                stalk 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                princess 
                                                and 
                                                her 
                                                bitter 
                                                queen.
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                fourth 
                                                day 
                                                of 
                                                July
 
                                    
                                
                                                Deep 
                                                in 
                                                summer's 
                                                eye,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Naked 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                truth 
                                                should 
                                                always 
                                                be.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                speak 
                                                your 
                                                mind.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Don't 
                                                follow, 
                                                with 
                                                your 
                                                foot)
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                this 
                                                pain 
                                                here.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (All 
                                                comes 
                                                from, 
                                                your 
                                                dry 
                                                lung)
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                won't 
                                                listen.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Your 
                                                rhetoric 
                                                is 
                                                fleeting)
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                lies 
                                                are 
                                                fixed 
                                                with 
                                                glue.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Coming 
                                                straight 
                                                from 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                waters
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sunburned 
                                                face 
                                                and 
                                                drunken 
                                                father
 
                                    
                                
                                                Crying 
                                                as 
                                                she's 
                                                carving 
                                                at 
                                                her 
                                                flesh
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
4                                                A.M. 
                                                and 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                stalk 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                princess 
                                                and 
                                                her 
                                                bitter 
                                                queen.
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                fourth 
                                                day 
                                                of 
                                                July
 
                                    
                                
                                                Deep 
                                                in 
                                                summer's 
                                                eye,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Naked 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                truth 
                                                should 
                                                always 
                                                be.
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                falls 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                (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.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
4                                                A.M. 
                                                and 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                stalk 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                princess 
                                                and 
                                                her 
                                                bitter 
                                                queen.
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                fourth 
                                                day 
                                                of 
                                                July
 
                                    
                                
                                                Deep 
                                                in 
                                                summer's 
                                                eye,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Naked 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                truth 
                                                should 
                                                always 
                                                be.
 
                                    
                                
                                                An 
                                                angel, 
                                                on 
                                                his 
                                                two 
                                                knees.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Arms 
                                                stretched, 
                                                toward 
                                                    a 
                                                red 
                                                sea
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                violence, 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                sultry 
                                                tongue.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                scenic, 
                                                view 
                                                of 
                                                carnage
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cut 
                                                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.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                place, 
                                                i'm 
                                                choked 
                                                by 
                                                my 
                                                own 
                                                air.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                love 
                                                the 
                                                taste, 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                blackened 
                                                lips.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
4                                                A.M. 
                                                and 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                stalk 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                princess 
                                                and 
                                                her 
                                                bitter 
                                                queen.
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                fourth 
                                                day 
                                                of 
                                                July
 
                                    
                                
                                                Deep 
                                                in 
                                                summer's 
                                                eye,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Naked 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                truth 
                                                should 
                                                always 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Tie Her Down
2 Lady in a Blue Dress
3 You're Cute When You Scream
4 Buried a Lie
5 Bite To Break Skin
6 Rum Is for Drinking, Not for Burning
7 Slow Dance
8 Choke On This
9 NJ Falls Into the Atlantic
10 Let It Enfold You
11 Irony of Dying On Your Birthday
12 Angela Baker and My Obsession With Fire
13 Martini Kiss
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