Monkey
Hello me, are you in there?
Making sure you're not dead
Smelled some rotting flesh
I heard you left him alone
Suns up with open roads
Get down, freak out
The time is right now
Drop your things and burn your clothes
Why we're here, no one knows
Watch the bombs explode
He sold you a dream
And carved you up like meat
Laid down the law
Locked your heart behind bars
While you were sleeping he would whisper in your ear
The monkey will bite
Better eat your poultry, too
There's no use
Don't try to ask the doctor
What's going on inside your head
Just fall out and get in line
Like all good soliders do.
You awoke to his games
Running circles in your brain
Can't believe your eyes
What's up? What's down?
He spun you around
What's near? What's far?
God knows what you are
Can you remember when this began?
The monkey will bite
Better eat your poultry, too
There's no use
Don't try to ask the doctor
What's going on inside your head, it's pretend
there's no meaning,
just stare at the ceiling
and play dead for your whole life.
Making sure you're not dead
Smelled some rotting flesh
I heard you left him alone
Suns up with open roads
Get down, freak out
The time is right now
Drop your things and burn your clothes
Why we're here, no one knows
Watch the bombs explode
He sold you a dream
And carved you up like meat
Laid down the law
Locked your heart behind bars
While you were sleeping he would whisper in your ear
The monkey will bite
Better eat your poultry, too
There's no use
Don't try to ask the doctor
What's going on inside your head
Just fall out and get in line
Like all good soliders do.
You awoke to his games
Running circles in your brain
Can't believe your eyes
What's up? What's down?
He spun you around
What's near? What's far?
God knows what you are
Can you remember when this began?
The monkey will bite
Better eat your poultry, too
There's no use
Don't try to ask the doctor
What's going on inside your head, it's pretend
there's no meaning,
just stare at the ceiling
and play dead for your whole life.
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Lane Conley, David Ispen Soloway, Pete Parada, Chris Conley, David Soloway, Eben D'amico, Eben Mullen D Amico
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