Matthew Santos

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets

Are

On

Fire

To-

Night



Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets

Are

On

Fire

To-

Night





Disease, the virus is spreading in all directions

No safe zone, no cure, and no protection

No sense of surviving, or signs of an infection

No vaccines, remedies, and no corrections

Quarantines the dreams and seal off our connections

Don't let em in not a friend not a reflection

Everybody's got it and want you to have it next and

Don't accept em if you wanna stay as an exception

Appeal

Can Heal

The I'll of this

Sickness some are still in doubt of it's existence

Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance

Some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance

The poor say the rich have the cure

The rich say the poor are the source

Revolutionaries say it's psychological war

Invented by the press

Just to have something to propor

Some say the first case came from a maternity ward

Some say a morgue, some say the skies some say the floors

Whores say the nuns, nuns say the whores

And everybody is sure



The scientists say it only infects the mind

The little boy said it only infects the girls

The Preacher man said it's gonna kill off the soul

A bum said it's gonna kill a whole wide world





Matthew

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets

Are

On

Fire

To-

Night



Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets

Are

On

Fire

To-

Night





Lupe

Believe some say the neon signs

Might allow speakers repeatin'

That everything is fine

A subtle silence

To demolish the troubled conscious

Of a compass with no knowledge

And every freedom denied

Every dream is designed and broadcasted

From the masters to the masses

From the antennas on top of the trines

As far as the receiving planet during a panic is shorted

It reports back everything in your mind

Everything is lying

Everything is dying

Everything is a rule

Everything is a crime

Everything was healed

And everything rewinds

And new weather burn a feathers off everything's line



Matthew

And she likes it

And she loves it



Lupe

The sadness

The madness

The bad shit

The lavish

The fastness

To clashes

The ashes to ashes

Everything intertwine

My femme fatale my darling fongoling angel

Once caught her changing the batteries in her halo

Receipt for her wings and everything that she paid for

And the address to the factory where they made those



The scientist says shes all inside mind

The little boy said "What happened to all the girls? "

The preacher man says she gonna kill off the soul

The dope boy said it's the whole wide world





Matthew

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets

Are

On

Fire

To-

Night



Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets

Are

On

Fire

To-

Night













                          Thanks to MadVillainy2 for these lyrics