We Poke Holes

God, close a door, we poke a new hole Hands yellow-pink and they're shaking in the cold Jodey high roller, line 3 through your nose 30-22, Texas ranger down the road Knocking on your door, the people wanna know Lot of strangers in the world Lot of strangeness in the world if you think about it Three-hundred-thirty-three, angels lose their wings Just another day, leave them hanging in the breeze Cannot leave the house if there's people in the street Can't revise the script, only talk about the scene Plasma makes the parts Parts make up the body Adding up the bodies 'Least it's saving money Call of Duty lobby Chatting kinda dirty Kinda genocidal Acting like it's funny What's sick days off if you don't have a job? These people do not work They cannot help but rob Parasitic worm Eating 'til the source killed off