Moist Silver — The Used

So close your eyes your christ is gone the cripple boy that you once knew the charm to make my chosen one

the painted lips, skin ripped and torn come touch the feel and lick and smell the scent of what I've worn so well

Everybody wants, everybody says, everbody begs in time.

So drink me in like tainted wine go back down on my shopping cart and taste the dreams that are known to mine

a simple word a homeless glare that binds me with the finished thread and brings me down to pleasures bed

Everybody wants, everybody says, everbody begs in time.

You will be the first to ball and the feeling will be told

We are! Moist silver

Morphine may be spinal ground and you rest into my breast

We are! Moist silver

A giant poised the feel regrets a jouvious cure, a complex thrill a memory i wont soon forget

washed out main to low ones drive the touch the feel and lick and smell the earch that only you could sell

Everybody wants, everybody says, everbody begs in time.

You will be the first to ball and the feeling will disolve

We are! Moist silver

Morphine may be spinal ground and its smothered into my breast

We are! Moist silver

take,take it all this time oh, who do i want to follow

Everybody wants, everybody says, everbody begs in time.

You will be the first to ball and the feeling will disolve

We are! Moist silver

Morphine may be spinal ground and its smothered into your breast

we are! Moist silver! Silver! Silver! We are! moist silver! Silver! We are! Moist silver!