It's About To Get Ugly(I've Ran Out Of Pretty Things To Say) circulate,
beg this blood to
keep bleeding on through
these poorly-mended, medicine veins

breathe deeply now
if you can bribe the air around you
ask god his help
if heaven hasn’t completely given up
this quick-fix redemption
has come up short of redeeming you

pull through,
convincing you and i
forgiveness can be self-inflicted
gives therapy such a sharper point-of-view

breathe deeply now
if you can bribe the air around you
ask god his help
if heaven hasn’t completely given up
this quick-fix redemption
has come up short of redeeming you

perfect sinner
don’t you know you need a
fucked up saint
don’t you know you need a
consuming savior
to take your trembled breath away

breathe deeply now
if you can bribe the air around you
ask god his help
if heaven hasn’t completely given up
this quick-fix redemption
has come up short of redeeming you