Orgy in the Morgue

I watch the gods clear out the stalls
Snow angels melt back into their naive dogs
I see a roof, a floor, and four walls
For every homeless soul to find out it's lost

You are the fire (leading the dead to pride)
We are the wound (bleeding your days passed by)

Everyone's keeping check on who breathes best
'Cause we're all famous
Who said? Who? This, that

This world's on show and tell
Make shit, get shit back
Wake up Andre and Cal
Trash their arts and crafts
And school these socials to hell

You were already bore
A tee and a buck
Another dick to suck
A room full of children will never grow up
So I'll watch you squirm
From a bedroom bigger than the whole fucking earth

Let's fold it up
Into an EarthKG
Off of the ledge, they'll go
And at my edge, I'll grieve
There's an orgy in the morgue
And the chaperones love the sweat
Devolution is projected
In the margin of its own excess

Lamp, toaster, bed
Chair, desk, door
Bird, these are just words, they don't matter

We are the wound (listen)
We are the wound (listen)
We are the wound (listen)
Lick it
Stick your face in

You are the fire

FM

Now my biology's dripping off the page
But they won't know the difference
Between you and me and nothing

You will use us as a way to keep yourself entertained
We see everything that you wanted, but could never be
You will use us as a way to keep yourself entertained
We see everything that you wanted, but could never be