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[Verse 1]
Nights are longer, days are shorter
Time gets longer, patience shorter
I just wander pacing forward
Like a monster, stay De Goya
Dead from the start, mark of the beast
Heart that I eat, armed to the teeth
An intellect, sharp, bleak
Indifferent, war, peace
Food for thought they force-feed
That bla bla bla of a blasé god
I got a suicide thatâs forming
A warning for a deadly price
I know Iâm not the steady type, Iâm lost in heady highs
Iâm an artist, man, Iâm drawn to sketchy types
Crabs in a bucket that Iâll probably kick if I donât watch âem
Hashtag my blood but thereâs no audience for psychodrama
Look what the tiger brought in, death, death by dishonor
Ultraviolet on it, show me where they hide the bodies
Inside the audio I probably own a few examples
Tooth enamel planted in the hand that fed a losing battle
Soon Seattleâs gloomy atmosphere
Can steer me to the shadows
Booze tobacco, moody adults
All the blessings they throw at you
[Hook]
Long live the new flesh
Molly hits, group-sex
Long live the new flesh
Klonopin, booze, X
Long live the new flesh
Audience-approved death
Long live the new flesh
[Verse 2]
A blind stupor prying at the sutures
I set fire to their dry sense of humor
Theyâre alive but theyâll die in the future
People I remove from my side like a tumor
They didnât notice me when I acted balanced
They didnât notice when my dying was an art
They didnât notice me when I planted flowers
But I bet theyâd notice with a knife inside their hearts
If I stab deep, add âem to the tally
Toe-tag âem, bag âem & can âem up for the trash-heap
And thatâs some fitting title usage if you ask me
I hope they get diseases from the music thatâs so catchy
There must be something in the water, right?
Root of all evil, power of the dollar, right?
Two can keep a secret if one of âem is slaughtered, right?
Fuck, marry, kill & they still donât get the order right
Right? You see I write with my right hand
Right now, write down, rights of a righthand man
Who was left on a left-hand path
So Iâm Plath with the deadpan that
Means Iâm Colossus in my head
Doing aerials Iâm Ariel & falling to my death
Stomping over cities that their god must have neglected
Instead left an admonishment of long live the flesh
Death to the Videodrome & thatâs an order not request
So conform or get the wreck, uh
A Klonipin & a cardiac arrest
Left an overworked artifact, a heart attack is next, uh
So I donât lollygag my steps
Thereâs no tardy pass in hell, thereâs no sorry that can fix
From over-sleeper to insomniac & stressed
Iâm a somnambulist walking right into the hands of them