Lyrics:

i'm just tired of counting bodies

is this mausoleum tardy

let's just paint you a pretty face

flies dip tongues into tear ducts

in toothpicks fought unborn

contusion is hungry

they still eat their young

proto-culture null and void



all veins in highway laps

this breath collapsed again

this hex was delivered spent

orchestra influenza

drawn and quartered pets

it dwells and grows



this is the pocket-sized edition

rapid sleep through benediction

let's just paint you a pretty face

museums mark their bodies down

and the tenants found

all the distance in their prefix



contusion is hungry

they still eat their young

proto-culture null and void

fever bliss into central nervousness

i was bitten on the entrance





they'd call it a wasteland

auslander plates

you know its armor was human

drove stakes into the main camps

eyesockets sank into

the back of its head again

this frequency was jet lagged

yes the wrinkles mate

was the owner's manual



frequent flyers in denial

and all the while

emergency is evident

revenants were the statues

radar learning of huddles masses

sutured all the patience

of this nursing home

emitted from the pages

of this burial ground



labor concentrated

in this sheepless chapel

they call it a wasteland