Capistrano Staring Into Your Eyes Would Be A Whole Lot Easier If Streetlights Weren't So Bright
Darlin', those spiders in your pockets, don't take away the pain.
The spiders (are crawling).
I want you to know how much I care about you.
I want you to know how much you mean to me.
Our slaughter runs ink black.
We gave into your suicide.
We gave into your promise.