Lyrics

Life will drip
From spiteful winter wind
Bitten lips
Friends will split
Like skin is ripped
When smitten with a whip

It isn't simply sinister
Or pure coincidence
Turning all your
Dollars into cents
Smiles into sins

My heart once made of clay
Was clinched within a first
Which made a faithful shape
Only her hand would fit
And when she burned it then
It turned into a brick
That heavy monument
Which only she could lift
But never did

The wicked picket fence
Splinters enter tender skin
Attempt a grin
Then wince again
Begin with stitches
Then
It isn't simply sinister
Or pure coincidence
Turning all your dollars
Into cents
Smiles into sins