Pure Schlock

Cross the line to sympathize Hollywoodish smile And burned the bridge for sin of our existential style Now all your friends are jewelry and their locked inside your box I swore i'd burn your promised land, now it's time for you to watch Self-shame, set for stardom's rise Mansion based slaughterhouse, backing scarce exposure Tradition can't mock the warming cage faced backwards to the stage Semi-fixed counter-activity; sermonically automatic 3 tears out of your left eye and you're buried at sea We sealed metal bars to your wooden cross hoping that the surface Feeds So the next time you think that you don't need this (Lose touch) lose touch where you need to be compromised (Come back) with roses in a holster With intent to be lost with a kiss (Lose grip) lose grip where you need to be civilized (Cast out) your shadow coming closer Running down the stairs with a steel trap (Prison bound) (BLEGH) Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Nowformynextrickimgoingtoforgetabout Mybandandoverdoseonthehumancondition Becauseatsomepointmyoverblownofftimebullshit Justbecomessofuckingoldold Likethewayiwillthrowthingsagainstthe Wallandbreakglassinafitofselfpity (I am on my own killing moon, and i'm killing myself cuz i can't make waves with bed sheets) Running down the stairs with a steel trap (Prison bound) I'm so fucking sorry I can't give in again Everyone's a funeral, funeral, funeral Full of guilt for good reasons Everyone's a funeral, do the twist, do the twist Yesterday; i'm so fucking far gone Make sure that your high horse is tightened up, fastened in Mayday! Mayday! Everyone collectively, do the twist, do the twist