You wanted everything You needed everything You wanted everything You needed everything Everything is... Everything is... Greed
Down at the station We question our rations Wut you seem satisfied with the little recieved Fractured appetite with bismuth pink on tap Ascetic limbs
hello morning and the morning sun lights up the damage that the damage's done send a message you can understand we're time capsules in a garbage can shelved
Yes I know this is politically correct But it comes to you spiritually direct An attempt to thoughtfully affect your way of thinking That is if you
I'm not playing with you, I'm not playing with you, I'm not playing with you, I clean forgot how to play. But you can still come around, In fact
In your memory not so gentle Perversify slash sentimental Caught between and caught without I'm a failure not your failure now In and out just like
In defense of humans Lay down your power trip Stop toying with emotions and relationships Cause you don't rise when people fall In defense of humans
I am a message prescient forecasting There is a limit so take my temperature You say "your turn" but I think the invite's open to all So come on take
i want out i want a mutually assured destructive life seizing separate culture to take me over moving silent like radar take me over and blow out
Lying on our backs, This is your parents' bed, A good place to be laid 'cos it's so neatly made. Staring at the ceiling, Vein to vein the lines look
when the bit pulls tight the grip is sewn into the reins can't breathe it out you'll just breathe it back again you mental-pack your chambers full for
Blood on the pedals, blood on the grips Steel leveled, chest level smear My lips let them slip into a Smile because now after awhile it's all we're
The troops are quiet tonight, But it's not alright, because we know they're planning something. Don't you know things have settled down, down, down
It's a long time coming, It's a long way down, It's long division, Crack and divide. This is a parting, Some separation, We lay in pieces, Cracked
The farther I go the less I know One foot goes in front of the other It all boils around to not hanging around To keep moving in front of the gravity
You like the cut, You like the fit, Wide in the shoulders, Trim at the hips. What a nice new outfit, All straight clean lines. There's blood in
fuck your fucked directives god i want a new invective custom built to form fit you say it to your face if i get to choose i'll take something real