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 it's lost
 You are the fire (leading the dead to pride)
 We are the wound (bleeding your days passed by)
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 Everyone's keeping check on who breathes best
 'Cause we're all famous
 Who said? Who? This, that
 This world's 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 bore
 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 a bedroom bigger than the whole fucking earth
 Let's fold it up
 Into an EarthKG
 Off of the ledge, they'll go
 And at my edge, I'll grieve
 There's an orgy in the morgue
 And the chaperones love the sweat
 Devolution is projected
 In the margin of its own excess
 Lamp, toaster, bed
 Chair, desk, door
 Bird, these are just words, they don't matter
 We are the wound (listen)
 We are the wound (listen)
 We are the wound (listen)
 Lick it
 Stick your face in
 You are the fire
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 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 to keep yourself entertained
 We see everything that you wanted, but could never be
 You will use us as a way to keep yourself entertained
 We see everything that you wanted, but could never be