作词 : Davidson, Vendetta Red
Our days are numbered 666 
And I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus 
Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures 
I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you 
Blisters rose colored hue 
Mayday we're going down 
These mescaline memories are morose 
Your kerosine company is comatose 
Our days are numbered 321 
And when you bit the bullet 
I held the smoking gun 
Somewhere in these violent volumes 
I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you 
Blisters rose colored hue 
Mayday we're going down 
These mescaline memories are morose 
Your kerosine company is comatose 
And I would sick up half of my cold eye to set you on your head 
If I were you then 
I would memorize 
This loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting 
Carving out your own 
Scars they cut into you 
Blisters rose colored hue 
Mayday we're going down 
Follow me once around 
Scars they cut into you 
Blisters rose colored hue 
Mayday we're going down 
These mescaline memories are morose 
Your kerosine company is comatose