Orgy In The Morgue

I watch the gods clear out the stalls
Snow angels melt back into their naive dogs
I see a roof, a floor, and four walls
For every homeless soul to find out its lost
You are the fire
Leading the dead to pride
We are the wound
Bleeding your days passed by
Everyones keeping check
on who breathes best?
cause we're all famous
(Who said?
Who this, that)
This worlds on show and tell
(Make shit, get shit back)
Wake up andre and cal
(Trash their arts and crafts)
and school these socials to hell
you were already bored
A tee and a buck
Another dick to suck
A room full of children will never grow up
So I'll watch you squirm
From bedroom bigger than the whole fuckin earth
Lets fold it up
Into an EarthKG
Off of the ledge they'll go
And at my edge I'll grieve
Theres an orgy in the morgue
And the chaperones love sweat
Devolution is projected
in the margins of its own excess
Lamp!
Toaster!
Bed!
chair, desk, door!
Bird!
These are just words
They dont matter
We are the wound
Listen
We are the wound
Listen
Lick it
Stick your face in
yOu aRE thE FIrE
FM
Now my biology's dripping off the page
But they won't know the difference
Between you and me and nothing
You will use us as a way keep yourself entertained
We see everything that you wanted but couldn't never be