Another thinker fallen dead, the mourners feast on her fertile head
Suburban strange is plagued with rot
So spook those thoughts out of your bed
Collect the bodies and form a choir
I read once that you sing like a stab to the heart
The words came across like a precise incision
The words came across like fabric choking
The plans in your head are as cold as the sun is warm
The plans in your head will knock you dead
Did you know that you've got stars in your blue slut eyes
And clean, warm rain within your hands
Improvements to the pills we eat have rendered sunlight obsolete
They've lost the gills for hair and lungs
But bigger things still call us meat
And while the minds seem stagnant with god
I still love that you sing like a stab to the heart
I claim your lungs when you start to fall apart
The words came across like dirty, dirty blood
The words came across like unhealthy, swollen tongue
The sound quiets down, and the pictures glow to white
The sound quiets down, it'll knock you dead