[Verse 1]
Days are numbered
666
And I'll begin the countdown
By calling off the circus

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Somewhere in these
Cryptic scriptures
I'll find myself drifting
In a sky full of

[Chorus 1]
Scars, they cut into you
Blisters, rose-colored hue
Mayday, we're going down

[Post-Chorus]
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose

[Verse 2]
Days are numbered
321
When you bit the bullet
I held the smoking gun
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Somewhere in these
Violent volumes
I'll find myself drifting
In a sky full of

[Chorus 1]
Scars, they cut into you
Blisters, rose-colored hue
Mayday, we're going down

[Post-Chorus]
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose

[Bridge]
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

[Chorus 2]
Scars, they cut into you
Blisters, rose-colored hue
Mayday, we're going down
Follow we went around
Scars, they cut into you
Blisters, rose-colored hue
Mayday, we're going down
[Outro]
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose