Album: New Junk Aesthetic
Wait until they send your son home in a box
See if you're dancing when water is everywhere
Anguish is endless but deaths unambiguous
Wave as it carries him off and pose while it fits you in hospital gowns
Flirt with the men dressed in white
Slip into bed with the fire that consumes your house
Sing on your surveillance tape
Smile in your autopsy photo for once
Phone up the boys that have buried your bones
Where do you get off loving life?
As if it's done any of us any good
You're going to wish you were me when the unsuspecting are dragged to their graves and you're on standing on the edge holding a rose
Dead where we stand and you concern yourself with such things as your status and what's in fashion?
Don't say you can't be this bothered
Death becomes us all
You've got some nerve having hope in this ghost town port of call
Someday your insides will turn themselves out
Tell me what purpose our efforts have served when we end up in the ground?
More acts will follow the roles we have played
Everything loved will expire
I've seen it all and I'm worse off because of it
Good men have died in my arms
I've been everywhere yet we'll end up at the same depth
What's the point?
You're going to wish you were me when the unsuspecting are dragged to their graves and you're standing on the edge holding a rose
You're standing on the edge holding a rose
Don't say you can't be this bothered
Death becomes us all
You've got some nerve having hope in this ghost town port of call
There's nothing to see here
And nothing gazes back at me
There's nothing to see here
And that nothing looks back at us