Our days are numbered 666
And I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus
Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures
I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of

Scars they cut into you
Blisters, rose colored hue
Mayday, we're going down
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose

Our days are numbered 321
And when you bit the bullet I held the smoking gun
Somewhere in these violent volumes
I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of

Scars they cut into you
Blisters, rose colored hue
Mayday, we're going down
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose

And I would stick up half of my cold eye
To set you on your head
If I were you then I would memorize
This loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting, carving out your own

Scars they cut into you
Blisters, rose colored hue
Mayday we're going down
Follow me once around

Scars they cut into you
Blisters, rose colored hue
Mayday, we're going down
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose


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    General CommentI saw Vendetta Red in Pittsburgh when I went to the Warped Tour in Aug. 2002. They were just terrible live...I really hated them. I downloaded some of there stuff and the studio stuff by them is really fucking good. This song is excellent.
    mattocson August 23, 2002   Link

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