Initiation Follow you home after every show Perforated into tiny fragments Heavy breathing's, your new fan club A John hand cock with the safety off
T-minus, 10 seconds to counting 10 seconds to counting T-minus, 10 seconds to counting 10 seconds to go T-minus, 10 seconds to counting Metronome charisma
Nothing ever changes Except your scenery rearrangements In the affectionate hands of horsepower assault Best keep your pants on, boy behind the armour
This time, I'm gonna take the collection baby And with the money in my hand I'm gonna purchase all the details Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirpin
Strike this match and let loose the oven's breath Up the volume that flirts with the UHF Swipe the magnet on the audio tape These arsons of grand larceny
Cut and paste, were you sitting down On the beaded impotence of New Orleans A hint of suspense when that telephone rings This is forever It paved the
They call it a wasteland, auslander plates You know its armor was human Drove stakes into the main camps Eye sockets sank to the back of his head again
Taser, taser kindergarten nap time Pacifier pacifies, yeah, it pacifies Highchair crumbles unannounced Like a draft from outside Pacifier pacifies, yeah
story, the grapevine dot your i's, cross your t's this forfeitures the burden of another and all those friends you thought you had are laughing at and
Autonomous machete for hands Warden and judge hide behind masks Wet raindrop lull small rationing Exhumed the rhetoric of Break the weak in single file
I don't mind all these blatant stares 'Cause my words are like all you people, meaningless Spineless like the mime, imitates the shrine, the shrine of
cut and paste were you sitting down on the beaded impotence of new orleans a hint of suspense when that telephone rings this is forever it paved a wave
I'm just tired of counting bodies, is this mausoleum tardy? Let's just paint you a pretty face Flies dip tongues into tear ducts in toothpicks fought
in front of my peers That day will always be remembered It was etched in tears Daddy taught well at the end of his belt Daddy taught well at the end
in the humble stence of nativity hummed the smell of television snow a faint S.O.S. flickering riding on the coattails of their ground zero neighborhood
We sample from the shelves tore a page out of this chapter Deface the essays in the book that you're reading We are the leaches that stop the bleeding
got to get to the head of the crowd got to get in front of a line take it like a man [x3] got to get to the head of the crowd (now) got to get to
Driving in the dark in your car I want to sleep All the headlights weep And run under the gloomy rain Driving at night makes me sleepy I try hard to