Dead City Lyrics

Eat the bastard

But what if your calves hurt

Treat yourself nice

But then when your eyes cease to work

Getting petty in the middle

Berating every people and it's pitiful

I wanna walk in the manner of some

A lizard at the feat with a chisel

A wrapping on the knuckles is a miracle

The pillow is a saddle in the grip of my breath

Riding a clef

Stream chliasmic

Refilling an abscess

Morning distance

Belly out the gastric

A corner snap on the plastic

And I am in earshot

It's getting tepid in the middle

Curating every steeple like a citadel

I wanna walk an enamour of none

Tornado in the city hall

And hear the needle clapping on the medicine ball

Tyrannical

Cyclical

Irritable

Sounding out

A root canal

Empire down

The noose around

An awful taste

Emaciate

I'm a sucker crunch

Punching up above design

Well I'm wrapping the chains

Did ya tighten the reins right through ya

It's a bleed in the brain

A corner snap on the plastic

And I am in earshot