Opening scenes Dirty laundry Bullets shines under her lids Reckoning feels Taste her mind oils Burning up in her world again Wait for me now I can scream for more.. who's to win Wait for me now Lack of visions Taste so dirty The eyes at night examine her skin Immaculate dreams Open fire Stains the sheets to hide her shame I can scream for more.. who's to win Wait for me now I can scream for life to begin Wait for me now Can you feel it Can you feel the same Will your always like Who it is Wait for me now I can scream for more.. who's to win Wait for me now I can scream for life to begin Wait for me now Chosen barmaids Lick the tables In the crux of all their shattered hearts Now we are.. open We are.. open Desperate mothers In their fables Overpainted Dressed like death breathing whores Now we are.. open We are.. Open Fading starlights Vain and labeled Cries of purpose In their blackened arms Now we are.. open We are.. open