kick your idols off their pedestals accept no gods
sever ties with the inevitable ignore all laws
abandon your ideals this is real this imminent
this is the equivalent of enemies with benefits
incinerate the symbolism revel in the sentiment
succumb to serotonin and submit to the adrenaline
river in December dip your toes before you swim in it
sit and count the days until you fade into oblivion
what the hell happened to ever after happily
when half my damn family and friends forever mad at me
can't shake the vanity heartbreak humanity
death dreams drugs understand the calamity
cameras are constantly and candidly capturing
every god damn meandering moment that's happening
destruction disruption all dancing dramatically
Saturday massacre masquerading as sanity
stuck in a storm with no form and no chorus
no matter no manners no man is so important
at the core it's just the corpses of the forces the in forest
run it back and resurrect the dead before the rigor mortis
can't ignore us or deny us or avoid us or divide us
an alliance of the lions in defiance of the highest
every city every town underground is where you'll find us
we're living in the lab so you know we know the science
now we know the ledge its the edge of the precipice
never let a breath of fresh air affect the effortless
perspective is everything except in the present tense
meddle in endeavors set to mishandle the evidence
wave of mutilation with a lack of devotion
they say to never turn your back on the ocean oh shit
we sip the moonlight and then we wax philosophical
trading two pennies back and forth until it's profitable
stockpile vials of a thousand faded rainbows
carefully ignore the fact that every day is painful
the same old clocks insisting time is an invention
manufactured by the men who'd rather measure life than live it
imaginary image I see through it and condemn it
incongruent with the view of who is living in the vision
haphazardly I stagger as I navigate the minefield
dagger in the heart a little sharper than a pine needle
the garden party persona non grata
got embodied by the opulent inside a silent opera
martian incarnate carving circles in the harvest
all clarity erased with a case of coffin varnish
it started with the statues rebranded as mannequins
that picnic in hell appropriately panicking
a show of hands who can fill a canyon full of damages
let the gavel slam it appears the ayes have it then