| Song | Kiss Like Lizards |
| Artist | The Icarus Line |
| Album | Penance Soiree |
| Kissing on the face of girls that never trusted you. | |
| Confession from the kid who claimed he killed the queen. | |
| I want to feel sorry for you but both of us know these days pass so slow. | |
| So I’m burning everything | |
| I own as if | |
| I owe you anything. | |
| Ripping down all the flesh from bone until there ain’t anything left at all. | |
| Kissing on the neck of girls that want to advertise you. | |
| Conversations in the dark concerning collapsed attempts to lie. | |
| I want to feel sorry for you but you and | |
| I both know it hurts to be alone. | |
| So I’m unlearning everything | |
| I know until | |
| I don’t know anything. | |
| This ain’t no fucking ride running thin. | |
| Still burning everyone | |
| I know cos they don’t know me. | |
| Ripping down all the flesh from bone. | |
| Who knows anything about life or passing on? | |
| Who’s gonna miss this flesh when | |
| I’m gone? | |
| Hit me where it hurts. | |
| Hit me where it lasts. | |
| This will never make you happy, | |
| Lord knows | |
| I’ve tried. |
| Kissing on the face of girls that never trusted you. | |
| Confession from the kid who claimed he killed the queen. | |
| I want to feel sorry for you but both of us know these days pass so slow. | |
| So I' m burning everything | |
| I own as if | |
| I owe you anything. | |
| Ripping down all the flesh from bone until there ain' t anything left at all. | |
| Kissing on the neck of girls that want to advertise you. | |
| Conversations in the dark concerning collapsed attempts to lie. | |
| I want to feel sorry for you but you and | |
| I both know it hurts to be alone. | |
| So I' m unlearning everything | |
| I know until | |
| I don' t know anything. | |
| This ain' t no fucking ride running thin. | |
| Still burning everyone | |
| I know cos they don' t know me. | |
| Ripping down all the flesh from bone. | |
| Who knows anything about life or passing on? | |
| Who' s gonna miss this flesh when | |
| I' m gone? | |
| Hit me where it hurts. | |
| Hit me where it lasts. | |
| This will never make you happy, | |
| Lord knows | |
| I' ve tried. |