The great American mischief has muted our hearts and our rhythms are met with the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars
It's all but too much
So nobody out there believes the obscene are reprieved
Everybody get fed up
My baby better get high cause, I've got something that I need to confess
The dead men talking are longing for so much more than simply the obvious
Cut us off
We're suffering, hysterical, lighting the flare from the foot of her bed
I've been begging you for less mercy than this
But the only thing you need to know, is that you never wanted to know
Take it off, take it back, or take cover because we're nearing a nerve
Dead is wasted on the patient, so make haste and head for the wake
Now the hornets inhabit the hearts we've abandoned
We are gone
Cast aside our clothes like funeral roses, and dance straight through the psalm
I was right all along
I'm dead, in the water
Don't come for me
I was once alive in the desert's eyes on the day it wed the sea
I drew a chalk outline around your city
I hushed the sobs in your halls
But we both know that it's killer, baby he'll outrun them all
There is so much shame in how little we've gained for so long
Now the sky is falling
And you're just repeating everything I say
You're not listening close enough,
It's a catastrophe
You have not been concentrating
Pay attention there will be an exam
Build an ark
Build an ark
Come bring us back to the ruin
Drifting out of our heads
Taped off the sky above your city
Dusted for prints on the chapel wall
But we all know that it's killer, baby I will outrun them all