Sycamour Renaissance Lyrics

I've heard it all before
All the sob stories
Start with you gotta get out, end with you didn't want in
I've heard it all before
"A professional lover"
It's more than most can speak for

Paint me a picture with your waist now, honey;
Whoa-oh, and come over

Dilapidated veneer;
Champagne on your snakeskin lips
Like we were celebrating the death of your innocence
God Damn. Lap dances to funeral hymns
To pay him, cause you don't want nothing to do with them

Life drained from this house just like a virgin crime

Paint me a picture with your waist now, honey;
Whoa-oh, and come over
Hey, I think you're afraid
Don't pray for us

You can't save us;
We never asked you to
You can't save us;
Living with nothing to lose

I know you. I know you, soul
I've read those lines before
I've played that song;
On the radio, in the obituaries
I've held that shovel before. (Yeah)
Mine was made to bury;
Dark things. Dark Places;
Cold nights. Lives wasted away in the light
You're so much better in the night;
When you're faceless
I'm faithless