It's quite impressive Nothing gets past you does it I know we're not quite up to standard
We're making words We hammer out details We let ourselves inhale And every single line is blood we turn to wine and yet we still want more
We're waiting for that trickle of red So much anticipation, we want the killing blow now This shrapnel's headed straight for your heart
No need to sugar coat it, we just missed the mark We're waiting for something worth fighting for Would it kill you to say good luck with your machine
We're waiting for that trickle of red So we will leave it up to you
I think I see light from everything that you touch with your midas grasp Our faults just don't stand a chance against your crystal eye Criti-size me up Criti-size me up
These lacerations are for my own good These lacerations
We're waiting for that trickle of red So much anticipation, we want the killing blow now This shrapnel's headed straight for your heart
No need to sugar coat it, we just missed the mark We're waiting for something worth fighting for Would it kill you to say good luck with your machine
We're waiting for that trickle of red So we will leave it up to you
Is that all you have to say? Now ask me if I care