Pure Schlock

Cross the line to sympathize
Hollywoodish smile
And burned the bridge for sin of our existential style
Now all your friends are jewelry and their locked inside your box
I swore I'd burn your promised land, now it's time for you to watch

Self-shame, set for stardom's rise
Mansion based slaughterhouse, backing scarce exposure
Tradition can't mock the warming cage faced backwards to the stage
Semi-fixed counter-activity, sermonically automatic

3 tears out of your left eye and you're buried at sea
We sealed metal bars to your wooden cross hoping that the surface feeds

So the next time you think that you don't need this
(Lose touch) lose touch where you need to be compromised
(Come back) with roses in a holster
With intent to be lost with a kiss
(Lose grip) lose grip where you need to be civilized
(Cast out) your shadow coming closer

Running down the stairs with a steel trap
(Prison bound)

Blegh

Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!

Now for my next trick, I'm going to forget about my band and overdose on the human condition
Because at some point my overblown off-time bullshit just becomes so fucking old
Old like the way I will throw things against the wall
And break glass in a fit of self-pity

I am on my own killing Moon
And I'm killing myself 'cause I can't make waves with bed sheets
Running down the stairs with a steel trap
(Prison bound)

I'm so fucking sorry
I can't give in again
Everyone's a funeral, funeral, funeral
Full of guilt for good reasons

Everyone's a funeral, do the twist, do the twist
Yesterday, I'm so fucking far gone
Make sure that your high horse is tightened up, fastened in

Mayday!
Mayday!

Everyone collectively, do the twist, do the twist