Behind These Eyes

[Verse 1: Crescent Moon]
Drag, my bones along for the ride
I'm anywhere but home, you're anything but right
Gotta roll by hold, my weathered faced to the wind
I'll leave without a trace, but they'll know where I've been
Gotta stay slim, run, my youth down into the ground
From where did they all come, and where are they all now
Gotta somehow keep, my feet marchin' to the drum
And lead 'em to the beat, that points us to the sun
Gotta get on down, to the best that you can dig
See the best of you can leave, and the rest of you can live
Oh yes, it's flesh, to the skeleton and soul
My heart already left, it's in my lover's hold
And I love her so much, I think I might just die
And that's if I don't bust from looking in her eyes
Gotta say I ne-ver thought that you would've guessed
The ace was up my sleeve, 'cause I work it best
Gotta take rest

[Chorus: Crescent Moon]
Why you lookin' in my eyes
The eyes of a phantom
Why you lookin' in my eyes
'Cause now you frozen, you can't run

[Verse 2: Advizer]
Yeah, scum of the earth, gathered are we
Numb to work we're manufacturing
Assembly line, running so smooth
Faster from a war-time economy boost
Move spooky like ghosts, who hide in the hookah
Taking shapes of smoke, dancing ukulele hulas
I knew a friend or two of them who chewed the yucca
Playin' jukebox jazz from Duke to blues from Pascagoula
Got a screw loose, better keep the noose tight
I keep on seeing ghouls roam the night upon moonlight
Maybe I'll go join 'em if the mood is right
I'll bruise my only body just to prove that I might
I be gravestone skipping, on a lake so placid
Forest fires simmers up to rain so acid
Let it come down to drench a wretch like me
Clenching my teeth for every lecherous deed I sew

[Chorus: Advizer]
Why you lookin' in my eyes
The eyes of a phantom
I bet ya, I bet ya never
Never seen a corpse so handsome

[Verse 3: Nomi]
Shiftin' through the cold streets, sniffin' with my broke beak
Greedy and I need a feast, kill me California please
That way I can say I lead a trail to the open sea
If your hands dig Indian graves, let them stories speak to me
At night, I rest upon breasts that rise with each breath
I slide away and stalk the graves to find my name etched
Wade through blank pages, interrogates
Ask me about my faith and I what I celebrate, hey
I got Moro blood, I wear Christian clothes
I'll get in if God laughs at all my stupid jokes
I'm not your class-clown, I'm hard all around
I've seen bullets go through walls and girls get punched out
I'm not calling bluffs, I'll meet you in the bluffs
Where skinheads and vampires knuckle up rough
Clutch switchin' up on the chrome when you roam
Trust no one except you and Ramón
Trust no one except you and Alexei
Trust no one except you and Steve
Trust no one except you and Adam
Trust no one except Devon and me