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[Verse 1] Nights are longer, days are shorter Time gets longer, patience shorter I just wander pacing forward Like a monster, stay De Goya Dead from the start, mark of the beast Heart that I eat, armed to the teeth An intellect, sharp, bleak Indifferent, war, peace Food for thought they force-feed That bla bla bla of a blasé god I got a suicide that’s forming A warning for a deadly price I know I’m not the steady type, I’m lost in heady highs I’m an artist, man, I’m drawn to sketchy types Crabs in a bucket that I’ll probably kick if I don’t watch ‘em Hashtag my blood but there’s no audience for psychodrama Look what the tiger brought in, death, death by dishonor Ultraviolet on it, show me where they hide the bodies Inside the audio I probably own a few examples Tooth enamel planted in the hand that fed a losing battle Soon Seattle’s gloomy atmosphere Can steer me to the shadows Booze tobacco, moody adults All the blessings they throw at you [Hook] Long live the new flesh Molly hits, group-sex Long live the new flesh Klonopin, booze, X Long live the new flesh Audience-approved death Long live the new flesh [Verse 2] A blind stupor prying at the sutures I set fire to their dry sense of humor They’re alive but they’ll die in the future People I remove from my side like a tumor They didn’t notice me when I acted balanced They didn’t notice when my dying was an art They didn’t notice me when I planted flowers But I bet they’d notice with a knife inside their hearts If I stab deep, add ‘em to the tally Toe-tag ‘em, bag ‘em & can ‘em up for the trash-heap And that’s some fitting title usage if you ask me I hope they get diseases from the music that’s so catchy There must be something in the water, right? Root of all evil, power of the dollar, right? Two can keep a secret if one of ‘em is slaughtered, right? Fuck, marry, kill & they still don’t get the order right Right? You see I write with my right hand Right now, write down, rights of a righthand man Who was left on a left-hand path So I’m Plath with the deadpan that Means I’m Colossus in my head Doing aerials I’m Ariel & falling to my death Stomping over cities that their god must have neglected Instead left an admonishment of long live the flesh Death to the Videodrome & that’s an order not request So conform or get the wreck, uh A Klonipin & a cardiac arrest Left an overworked artifact, a heart attack is next, uh So I don’t lollygag my steps There’s no tardy pass in hell, there’s no sorry that can fix From over-sleeper to insomniac & stressed I’m a somnambulist walking right into the hands of them
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