[Verse 1]

Nights are longer, days are shorter

Time gets longer, patience shorter

I just wander pacing forward

Like a monster, stay De Goya

Dead from the start, mark of the beast

Heart that I eat, armed to the teeth

An intellect, sharp, bleak

Indifferent, war, peace

Food for thought they force-feed

That bla bla bla of a blasé god

I got a suicide that's forming

A warning for a deadly price

I know I'm not the steady type, I'm lost in heady highs

I'm an artist, man, I'm drawn to sketchy types

Crabs in a bucket that I'll probably kick if I don't watch 'em

Hashtag my blood but there's no audience for psychodrama

Look what the tiger brought in, death, death by dishonor

Ultraviolet on it, show me where they hide the bodies

Inside the audio I probably own a few examples

Tooth enamel planted in the hand that fed a losing battle

Soon Seattle's gloomy atmosphere

Can steer me to the shadows

Booze tobacco, moody adults

All the blessings they throw at you



[Hook]

Long live the new flesh

Molly hits, group-sex

Long live the new flesh

Klonopin, booze, X

Long live the new flesh

Audience-approved death

Long live the new flesh



[Verse 2]

A blind stupor prying at the sutures

I set fire to their dry sense of humor

They're alive but they'll die in the future

People I remove from my side like a tumor

They didn't notice me when I acted balanced

They didn't notice when my dying was an art

They didn't notice me when I planted flowers

But I bet they'd notice with a knife inside their hearts

If I stab deep, add 'em to the tally

Toe-tag 'em, bag 'em & can 'em up for the trash-heap

And that's some fitting title usage if you ask me

I hope they get diseases from the music that's so catchy

There 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?

f**k, marry, kill & they still don't get the order right

Right? You see I write with my right hand

Right now, write down, rights of a righthand man

Who was left on a left-hand path

So I'm Plath with the deadpan that

Means I'm Colossus in my head

Doing aerials I'm Ariel & falling to my death

Stomping over cities that their god must have neglected

Instead left an admonishment of long live the flesh

Death to the Videodrome & that's an order not request

So conform or get the wreck, uh

A Klonipin & a cardiac arrest

Left an overworked artifact, a heart attack is next, uh

So I don't lollygag my steps

There's no tardy pass in hell, there's no sorry that can fix

From over-sleeper to insomniac & stressed

I'm a somnambulist walking right into the hands of them