The days are spent 

chatting amongst the workers

of how cold it is outside, 

not to mention their greatest fears

like finding their children neglected and naked

in battle for with some crack fiends, 

like a substitute for love.

And no one notices something disrupting the normal swing of things.

These hands are shaking.

The gloves are touching me.

Reaper's regret

This memory has weakened.

Now I recall everything.

What's with all the commotion?

I swear there's nothing to see here.

You didn't see it coming.

Already

This is the part where the ambulance comes.

There's a dead man in the street; 

we gotta take him to the morgue.

He can't be here; 

he's been blocking traffic for hours.

We can't find him help his will 

something's disrupting the normal swing of things.

This institution will run efficiently.

Standard regrets

Send the misses our regards.

Sign it "deepest sympathies"

Sympathies: some patronage for the weak.

I swallowed some musk and now I'm choking it up.

I refuse to say they won; 

I win the poison all mixed up in my head,

On my head, On my head all those phonies were liars 

I don't need this

Let's disappear.

Break it down (repeated x9)

I don't need this

sympathy.

I don't need this.