Fugitives Video (MV)

Tectonic plates
Moving in me
Earthquake in my head

Set me on fire
Without desire
Tear me from my flesh

Nobody's home
Only my soul
In a stone, that sinks to the bottom

Of an ocean oh so blue
I can still see your tattoos
And the way that you sing me to sleep

And if you read me
Loud and clear
I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry
For

Choking in your jet black hair
Saying that I wouldn't care
If you drowned me
But then you found me
Flying through the windshield
Gasoline coffin

Ball-point pierced tongue
Reminds me
Of a bullet in the back of my mouth

I've been in ecstasy free-fall
For the longest time, so I
Take the money and run
Just take the money and run

Twenty-first century devil
Catalyst of all my deadly sins
Digital bitch, critical itch
And I'd praise her again

And if you read me
Loud and clear
I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry
For

Choking in your jet black hair
Saying that I wouldn't care
If you drowned me
But then you found me
Flying through the windshield
Gasoline coffin

And the ocean
Will open
And swallow
Me whole

Yeah the ocean
Will open
And swallow
You