There are spaces above the doors Round tables set for four How can I be an influence whenever you're freed? He stares at the kids, and he stares back at me Hiding under coats on the bus Zipper wheel around The light filters pink through the clouds A blockade of the soul, ten years old Sister, I know to make it stay Let a release of paper, but make the pain go away A knife to the jaw Weapons in the cellar Condescending teeth A knife to the jaw Weapons in the cellar Condescending teeth I know a hundred ways to die Die, die I know a hundred ways to die Die, die You're sore Knight the child Grace Mail the gender back to the king Kistestver Kistestver