Saylor Lake Lyrics by Drop Dead Gorgeous

You're all the fucking same.
Worthless,
And waiting for a savior that was there all along.
You're all the same poison.
With perfect lives and cruel intentions.
A trail of blood.

You've fucking built the skin.

Give the paper something to talk about.
Give the readers something to talk about.
Saylor Lake's got a mean howl.
Careful at night, better watch out!

Decorate her funeral with open wounds,
When the sorrow pours like water,
Down a cold and restless body.
Slowly flows a river;
In the river we will gaze.

Up the stairs, down the hall,
Into the bed she crawled.
To place a panicked phone call,
But she was struck in the head with a blunt object.

When everything's gone, it's quiet and we want nothing more.

You're all the fucking same. Worthless, And waiting for a savior that was there all along. You're all the same poison. With perfect lives and cruel intentions. A trail of blood. You've fucking built the skin. Give the paper something to talk about. Give the readers something to talk about. Saylor Lake's got a mean howl. Careful at night, better watch out! Decorate her funeral with open wounds, When the sorrow pours like water, Down a cold and restless body. Slowly flows a river; In the river we will gaze. Up the stairs, down the hall, Into the bed she crawled. To place a panicked phone call, But she was struck in the head with a blunt object. When everything's gone, it's quiet and we want nothing more.