[Verse 1]Nights are longer, days are shorterTime gets longer, patience shorterI just wander pacing forwardLike a monster, stay De GoyaDead from the start, mark of the beastHeart that I eat, armed to the teethAn intellect, sharp, bleakIndifferent, war, peaceFood for thought they force-feedThat bla bla bla of a blasé godI got a suicide that's formingA warning for a deadly priceI know I'm not the steady type, I'm lost in heady highsI'm an artist, man, I'm drawn to sketchy typesCrabs in a bucket that I'll probably kick if I don't watch 'emHashtag my blood but there's no audience for psychodramaLook what the tiger brought in, death, death by dishonorUltraviolet on it, show me where they hide the bodiesInside the audio I probably own a few examplesTooth enamel planted in the hand that fed a losing battleSoon Seattle's gloomy atmosphereCan steer me to the shadowsBooze tobacco, moody adultsAll the blessings they throw at you[Hook]Long live the new fleshMolly hits, group-sexLong live the new fleshKlonopin, booze, XLong live the new fleshAudience-approved deathLong live the new flesh[Verse 2]A blind stupor prying at the suturesI set fire to their dry sense of humorThey're alive but they'll die in the futurePeople I remove from my side like a tumorThey didn't notice me when I acted balancedThey didn't notice when my dying was an artThey didn't notice me when I planted flowersBut I bet they'd notice with a knife inside their heartsIf I stab deep, add 'em to the tallyToe-tag 'em, bag 'em & can 'em up for the trash-heapAnd that's some fitting title usage if you ask meI hope they get diseases from the music that's so catchyThere must be something in the water, right?Root of all evil, power of the dollar, right?Two can keep a secret if one of 'em is slaughtered, right?Fuck, marry, kill & they still don't get the order rightRight? You see I write with my right handRight now, write down, rights of a righthand manWho was left on a left-hand pathSo I'm Plath with the deadpan thatMeans I'm Colossus in my headDoing aerials I'm Ariel & falling to my deathStomping over cities that their god must have neglectedInstead left an admonishment of long live the fleshDeath to the Videodrome & that's an order not requestSo conform or get the wreck, uhA Klonipin & a cardiac arrestLeft an overworked artifact, a heart attack is next, uhSo I don't lollygag my stepsThere's no tardy pass in hell, there's no sorry that can fixFrom over-sleeper to insomniac & stressedI'm a somnambulist walking right into the hands of them
