Lyrics:

Unraveling, unrolled, a siren in the night
I love the jaundice of your skin
It's perverse plasticity
You make me want to smoke cigarettes

You make me want to drink whiskey

Even if your love was conditional
It still wouldn't be enough to save me

My sycophant love song, My authentic desperation
I'm addicted to the feeling, the only kind of steady I believe in
Prison cell exercises, solitary sport entertainment
What makes you think you're going to die any different?

Even if your love was conditional
It still wouldn't be enough to save me

Don't worry young suicides, the vultures will pick your bones dry
Half digested and eternal, somewhere lost in the ephemeral
Welcome to the future, an always ice-cold nightmare
Burnt coffee and percocet's, this night too will end

Even if your love was conditional
It still wouldn't be enough to save me