Christopher Reyne - Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards
Nate Manware - Drums
Lyrics
The crooked thief has made her plans
Armed with explosives in her hands
She makes her way through tunnels small
Quietly creeping toward the vault
And once she plants her TNT
There will be nothing left of me
A hollowed shell, all vulnerable
She'll detonate my soul
The plot thickens as I grow thin
There's not much left of a heart within
The vault door shattered; its shards, they bleed
The consequences of her greed
My heart's content, it seems it's trapped
It looks as though I may be apt
To stick around, though strung along
It's in her grasp that I belong
Notorious for robbing boys
With intricately complex ploys
And once she turned her sights on me
It was too late for me to flee
The plot thickens as I grow thin
There's not much left of a heart within
The vault door shattered; its shards they bleed
The consequences of her greed