We have a list, it goes like this We made a fist, it feels like this We built a cross, all hope was lost An albatross in semigloss We have a list, it goes like this We made a fist, it feels like this We built a cross, all hope was lost An albatross in semigloss Fantasy Nazarence Paint a line no one's seen A recipe for atrophy Misinform happily Precipice sisophis Paint a line with your fist Out of phase, an empty gaze An act of rage from happier days When you have severed the only lines It's a method that opens you up When you have severed the only lines It's a method that cuts you up Ecstasy, plastiscene Carving lines that no one's seen See your face, it's wrapped in lace It drifts away with lasting grace Fantasy, misery Treating wounds with wizardry Out on your own, a jagged stone Cuts to the bone, that's when you've know When you have severed the only lines It's a method that opens you up When you have severed the only lines It's a method that cuts you up (It's a method that cuts you up) (It's a method that cuts you up) (It's a method that cuts you up) (It's a method that cuts you up)