Cherry-picking corpses to explain what went wrong Buying homemade holsters and hand-carved batons Sell me a plot, the most coveted grave Help me to relax this compulsion to save But I know you would've hated this world And I know it doesn't matter now There is no one left to remember your life It disintegrates slowly With evolving shelter came drywall and mold With bread and nutrition, such weight we hold With the car doors open, it's hard to breathe Without that unsafe exit, how else could we leave? Sell me a plot The most coveted grave Help me relax This compulsion to save Sell me a plot So take your cane to the walls of the city's altar The most coveted grave Bust open the golden pots that steep their alcohol Help me relax Fermented fairytales of amphetamines and finance This compulsion to save When all there really are, are hospitals and highways We won't see it coming down So close your eyes Sending flies to wounds they should heal I closed my eyes Reject all We won't see it coming down Submit So close your eyes Reject all Sending flies to wounds they should heal I closed my eyes Submit Reject all We won't see it coming down So close your eyes Submit