Cherry-picking corpses to explain what went wrong
Buying homemade holsters and hand-carved batons
Sell me a plot, the most coveted grave
Help me to relax this compulsion to save

But I know you would've hated this world
And I know it doesn't matter now
There is no one left to remember your life
It disintegrates slowly

With evolving shelter came drywall and mold
With bread and nutrition, such weight we hold
With the car doors open, it's hard to breathe
Without that unsafe exit, how else could we leave?

Sell me a plot
The most coveted grave
Help me relax
This compulsion to save

Sell me a plot
So take your cane to the walls of the city's altar
The most coveted grave
Bust open the golden pots that steep their alcohol
Help me relax
Fermented fairytales of amphetamines and finance
This compulsion to save
When all there really are, are hospitals and highways

We won't see it coming down
So close your eyes
Sending flies to wounds they should heal
I closed my eyes
Reject all
We won't see it coming down
Submit
So close your eyes
Reject all
Sending flies to wounds they should heal
I closed my eyes
Submit
Reject all
We won't see it coming down
So close your eyes
Submit