I think i've become like one of the others
I think i've become like one of the others
I think i've become like one of the others


There was a frail syrup dripping off his lap danced lapel
Punctuated by her decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching gizard

Soft as a mane of needles
His orifice icicles hemmoraged by combing her torso to a pile
Perspired

The trophy shelves made room for his collapse
She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels


Bring me to my knees
Read the sharpened lines
All my arms

Bled me blind
Faucet leaks in the shadows
Spilling from morgue lancet caressed your fontanels


I've sworn to kill
Every last one

Every last one
Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms

Onto the floor and out of your mouth and out of your eyelids
No there's no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches

No there's no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches


All your dreams splintered off
Leech by leech on this catafalque
Anyone will tell you

Yes anyone
Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm
Your mother flirted with desease

When she skinned that costume by it's navel strings

Panic in the shakes of the wounded

Panic in the worms
Onto the floor and out of your mouth and out of your eyelids
No there's no light

In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there's no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches

No there's no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches


Shock lest shackles free you
Volt face cons
Abandon you again

I won't feel
Not this time


Shock lest shackles free you
Volt face cons
Abandon you again

I won't feel
Not this time