American Cereal Killer Lyrics

I wake up every morning in a state of hypnosis

Just trying to grasp what nightmare could provoke this

Gasping as the coffee burns off all my mucosa

So close to burning out and I don't even notice

There's a man at my headboard

Alive or he's dead

And I missed work again

Just trying to prevent

All this blood on my hands

Wash it off and have breakfast in bed

I could carve 925 into my arm but that would never make me silver

I'm praying to a golden calve cash cow counterfeit savior

This mutilation feels familiar

Every slice gives me a shiver

Should I kill this man for lunch

Or eat my emotions for dinner

Getting thinner by the day

Watching myself waste away

But my only saving grace

Is every morning I say

Should I eat, should I creep

Should I skip work just to sleep

Break my heart, tear him apart

Rinse rinse, Rage, Repeat

I'm a copy cat whose too entrapped by needing something more Familiar

I'm an american cereal killer

American Cereal Killer

I'm fine

And can I stay the night

I promise I won't bite, again

I'm still full

from the last guy

But do you ever get tired

Of running around putting out my fires

Pretending that I'm not a vulture

Tumultuously vulgar

One day we'll be in smolders

So you can carve 925 into my arm but that would never make me silver

You're praying to a golden calf, cash cow, counterfeit savior

You got my hands on the wall

And the flames feel like twins

With your lips on my neck

in a shit eating grin

You speak lies like a prophet

And The shape that I'm in

I have nothing to profit

Only consequence

With a face like that how could I not cut it up

With trauma this cliche how could I not be a slut

I am a stone cold

Lifeless drone

Hungry to squeeze down on the trigger

I'm an American cereal killer

american cereal Killer

Metamorphosis

Cherry Pick my last nights here in leviticus

I'll turn another page with some rage and some impetus

Feel like david on a stage, so mischievous

Send uriah to his grave for his impotence

I'd still be king with a slingshot

For Floods, Golden cattle, and a tower of babel

Bloody blades to my apple as I watch myself unravel

Can't find proper words that don't hurt

Our ability to comprehend is only getting worse

So if I call for you as the hours grow late

Know i'm calling just to say

I can change

I can grow

I can kill

My Old self

I could change

And grow

And kill

My Old self

I could change I could grow can kill My Old self

Change, grow, kill My Old self

Change, grow

kill My self