Words fall from our mouths. Like plates from shaking hands. Smash upon the silence. Of the smooth naked canal. I'm evil and a heathen. I'm a heathen and evil like you. There's not a lot I couldn't do. I like how you pretend. That the end will be the end. So fill your thirst. Drink a curse. To the death of death instead. I'm evil and a heathen. I'm a heathen and evil like you. There's not a lot I wouldn't do. Utrecht led me to the Sacre Coeur. Where the smoke curled round. Now the ice blows of Lake Michigan. When the Ice blows. The Ice Flow knocks you. Your teeth are black with wine. As you place those lips on mine. The moon hangs heavy and forbidden high. On the **** night of our lives. I'm evil and a heathen. I'm a heathen and evil like you. There's not a lot we couldn't do. . (fonte: site oficial)
