Lyrics

We Live Our Lives Covered in Plastic,
Never Truly Feeling the Wind.
Forgive the Guise, Bloated and Tragic,
Fluff and Tooth, Genteel in the End.
Wounds Won’t Heal.
Splintered Regards.
We’ll Stand and Watch, as You Wither and Die.
Outsider, You Won’t Get Too Far.
Speak the Native Tongue.
We Hear, “Blah, blah, blah…”

But, Everyone Gets a Turn.
We’ll Hold Your Ankles and Hands
Under the Watch of the Big Red Eye.
You’ll Be Funneled into Gaping Pits
Lined with Teeth and Tongues,
Writhing and Slapping for Purchase
Of Waning Human Hope.

Our Daily Focus Exceeds
The Way We Make Our Ends Meet.
When Feathered Foes, Forever Failing to Fly
Use Fledgling Words or Violent Means.

We All Need a Little Torture.
So, We Abuse Ourselves.
Turns Out, We’re Plenty Capable
Of Creating Our Own Hell.
“The Sun Will Be Eclipsed.”
They’ll Poke Us, Just for Fun.
Man, I Can Tell You This…
The Bloodletting Has Just Begun.

But I Have No Fear.
I Dance in an Aberration.
Obliterate My Years to Placate My Inner Demons.