in denial who will come clean all the ravenous debris

in disguise sideswiped by penance cerecloth sentencing

this scapegrace will pay my barking harangue... are you listening?
on the 14th you stole what hasn't grown old

in denial, file this under a bridge that he can't leave

will those shadows glare from that blank- rimmed stare in a vacancy hush

anque me dejaste ahogando en el mar aquestete in la tierra, de la realidad of tusueno

manos me recuerdo solamente a ti te odio yo ya me voy

and the storyville sawbones couldn't tell

the prescription to mend all the broken wills in the white lie wards - don't you pretend

tangled in thorns to walk unborn

and the debt will collect