Cirque Songtext
von Funeral Language

Give me a chance
Give me an Ativan
Bagged and labeled now as evidence
I′ve got some threats
That I'm calling amends
Victims please have your responses ready
Written in advance
The teleprompters dead oh well
We keep it complicated
Offer up a kind of new romance
I breathe in while you crash
I′ll breathe out when you're dead

Give me a reason that I can't be disgusting anymore
Unkempt like a legless dog in the backyard
I′ll still be grinning when you gut me like an animal
You know I′m heartless by choice and feral for the cause


Oh give me one good reason
That I can't be this awful fucking monster
Don′t just tell me now
Write it on my face in black permanent marker

One comes right after another
You've kept good track of my flaws and their outcomes
Belly up to the preacher′s altar
I'm sneaking shots of the blood of the father
And I want more

I′ve got god and sedatives
And I'm begging limb for limb

You better keep an open mind
And gut check your impulses
Because I caught a second wind
I caught a second wind
You better open up your eyes
You better count your fucking teeth
Because I'm coming out swinging
Yeah I′m coming out swinging now


And when the lights came on
You were crucified and cold
And everything you wrote
Was a lie unto its own
We′ll take them straight to your grave

Give me a reason that I can't be disgusting anymore
Tied up and soaked in piss on your front porch
Come on
Give me a reason