"3 AM Incident" as written by and Mcmillen/tod/coleman/puleo/nantz/ashley....
Mouth curling to a question mark.
Head back describes an arc.
Jaw's really slung, imprisoned words.
Breath escaping, lips long tightly sealed.
Sentence is repealed.
Left without obeying.
Internal is revealed.
Can't hear a word you're saying.

This cell is so cold cold

Debrief the man, debauch the names.
Dispatch them on their way.
Like taciturn and smokey birds.
Decision hangs in stagnant air.
Erase all traces there.
With day they disappear.
Creeping like despair.
And falling on deaf ears.

This cell is so cold cold

Fear has a taste you can't describe.
Tears on my face I'm strong inside.
There is a place you shouldn't go.
This cell is so cold cold.

The guns wreck horror.
Exclamation marks.
Interrupts the silent.
It only takes one spark.

Mouth curling to a question mark.

Lyrics submitted by Marquez

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