Phones buzzing on the table like downed bees
Put 'em in ziplock bags, pull out the batteries
Beige walls, white carpet to match the extremities
It gives a sense of order, cleanliness to the families
A love that's barely hanging on
Thin and breakable like spider silk
You point your feet at the door, you got that liar's tilt
Your "truth" is threaded like razor-wire, but shallow as cellophane
Wrapped tight around your mouth, you can barely
Don't step in the wrong spot
When you step in the sweatbox
But it's of no consequence
There's nothing you can say that is relevant
You can take my life, but I'll live again
A thousand deaths that I have left to give
A thousand deaths that I have left
Your consciousness has been colonized
Your consciousness has been colonized
A pantry moth that never leaves
What you are, and what you pretend to be
They make it like that on purpose
You flop like a dead fish
Evil lurks within the plainest surfaces
The conversation is strict
But the motive's in doubt
The past is frozen in ice
While the present bleeds out
Don't be afraid of the silence
An apostle talking about kings
Your consciousness has been colonized
Your consciousness has been colonized
I am the player and the narrator
I'm the symbolic and the actual
I am the rabbit swallowed whole
I am spores consuming this city
I am cancer that shows no pity
I am the monster's final form
I am exactly what you aren't
WRITERS
Jami Morgan, Reba Meyers, Eric Balderose, Joe Goldman, Dominic Landolina, Max Portnoy