Letra de Evaline

Evaline, she visits me in my dreams, her face all caked with blood, good God. Evaline disappeared back in 93, we were in jr high spent all day getting high. Evaline never ate a single thing, her skin shrunk to the bone good God. Evaline films bag ladies in the street she's got a collection of sick destitution. And if you die tonight what will be the song that you sing when your ship goes down. And don't be kind to love, cause it's not in our hearts. You and I are more fire than wood more wind than bird. Evaline they're hanging prophets in the street, c'mon lets watch them die in slow-mo. Evaline stare hard into machinery, that turns hands into knives that turns truth into lies.