Our days are numbered 666
  and I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus
  somewhere in these cryptic scriptures
    I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of...
    scars they cut into you
  Blisters rose colored hue
  mayday we're going down
  These mescaline memories are morose
  Your kerosene company is comatose
    Our days are numbered 321
  And when you bit the bullet I held the smoking gun
  Somewhere in these violent volumes
    I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of...
    scars they cut into you
  Blisters rose colored hue
  mayday we're going down
  These mescaline memories are morose
  Your kerosene company is comatose
    And I would stick up half of my cold eye
  to set you on your head
  If I were you then I would memorize
  this loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting
  carving out your own
    scars they cut into you
  Blisters rose colored hue
  mayday we're going down
  Follow me what's around
    scars they cut into you
  Blisters rose colored hue
  mayday we're going down
  These mescaline memories are morose
  Your kerosene company is comatose
    [ Thanks Squirrel for correction ]
    [ Thanks Squirrel for correction ]