I saw my friends filling boxes,
The scales have tipped and I'm superstitious
A charismatic, young addiction,
My skin is thick with disposition

My father taught me how to cap teeth,
And I sink them in to broken suites
A gypsy told me that my collecting
Like a poor man playing the blues in the subways
Of New York City, you're too good to me
You stay with me while my feet keep moving
Am I gracing holes to dig ourselves?
Cause I'll use my hands to climb out of Hell
Ohhh
Don't you pull the plug

Spinal Cord collapsable
You fit right in to your own survival
Life was spilt before the power storm

More than friends but less than lovers
Smile for photos and fuck the covers
Came for woman, you bay your flower
Keep me up or keep my mouth shut
I lose and devour
Ohhh
Don't you pull the plug

Spinal cord collapsable
You fit right into your own survival
Life was spilt before the power storm

New York City, you're too good to me
You stay with me while my feet keep moving
Am I gracing holes to dig ourselves?
Cause I'll use my hands to climb out of Hell

Spinal cord collapsable
You fit right into your own survival
Life was spilt before the power storm
Ohh