My chest is a ribcage, filled with bees 

Spires, flames, Cincinnatti 

Reminds me of hell 



Thrust into the pit of bengals 

We'll push that horned building 

Off into the fog 



I ain't been laid in five long years, man 

It's just I got these ideals 

I can't get them out of my head 



And she's waiting for me somewhere 

On a train or a bus or something mundane like that 

I know that's the case, you see 

I know it to be so, you can ask my mom 



And we'll give each other presents sometimes 

And relive all the fun times we had at other times 

When we were not having them right then 

And when that don't happen 



Use my ribcage parts to build a ship 

Don't bother putting it back together 

Use my ribcage parts to build a ship 

What it protects, don't even fucking matter 



Use my ribcage parts to build a ship 

Don't bother putting it back together 

Use my ribcage parts to build a ship 

What it protects, don't even fucking matter 



She's on a train or something, you know 

And they wreck from time to time 

You might say that's rediculous 

But the demographics, man, never lie 



The demographics never lie 

To somebody her scalp is peeled 

From the twisted plastic right now 

What if it's mine 



I'll just be a thousand Oxygen channel movies 

To a thousand different people 

A thousand different ways 

And I don't care who it hurts 



And when that does happen 



Use my ribcage parts to build a ship 

Don't bother putting it back together 

Use my ribcage parts to build a ship 

What it protects, don't even fucking matter 



Use my ribcage parts to build a ship 

Don't bother putting it back together 

Use my ribcage parts to build a ship 

What it protects, don't even fucking matter 



Everyone's listening, I can't communicate effectively 

Under these circumstances, too self conscious 

I always do the same old shit, when it really matters 



Like now, like now, like now 



My chest 

It is a ribcage 

It is a chest 

It is a ribcage 

It is a chest 

It is a ribcage 

It is a chest 



On it depends, the ground bends 

After everything crumbles to pieces 

I will be happy in my mess