every time i see my body i pass away. with the way i live my life its a miracle i make it through the day. im tired and wired to look for something to play, not something to heal my dismay. just the way i stay. every morning i pass away, its an act of mourning the boring way scorned i wake. im laying in wake, alive and awake but inside i pray my heart burns like a cigarrette stake. im waiting for accidents, im frail and fleeting, and every night i pray in my sleep that my heart stops beating. i taste the sweet season in dreams, it still takes like acid and feels like linen. mi vida es un maravilloso crimen. passing by, the birds see my crying eyes and shine like beacons. i kneel down and grasp the sand. it falls through my hands. i grasp the sand again, wondering how long ill last. i really like this album but the sex skits are awful