Dillinger Escape Plan Monticello Lyrics

Monticello Lyrics

Watered down

letters of hate

creep in on me

i've watched that water

drip into mud

as charred fingers stab

at my eyes

no regrets  can touch this soul

cause i'm a devil,

in a three-piece suit

that good old green

paint on paper

prostitute

for now four walls closing

stabbing at my fate

soon dirt starts staring

down that barrel

turning water into wine

it never seemed so sweet

turning faith into blind

it never was so easy