[These words are from the booklet. The only ambiguity is how to format it best.]nnThe blood...nhow it paints such a scenenfoul routine pedigreenmouth agape, stuttered hands attemptnto flail, and finally agreenher heart ceases its rhythmnsomewhere trumpets decaynin the front by the wellnwishing wishes thatndeny the stale smell in the haynnthere, no one cry [cries?]nplace these over her eyesnwe are broke and alonenwe are broken alonenn[CHORUS:]n(She's inanimate)n(bloodless elegance)nFatal fascination breeds a bloom of miseryn(helpless hiding tongues)n(bathed in revulsion)nher lies unfinishednbeauty wilting prematurenBut we can't be too surenno we can't be too surennreserved, always playing the partnof the boy left alonenhe proceeds to the roadnbeyond the home he'd learn to call his own.nn[CHORUS]nnOne life for another.nn[CHORUS]