They hired seat fillers
For your living funeral
Real dead girls in smut
Nosferatu hair, insidious salesmen of love

Clearance was given and
Hopes submerged
One world was thriving while their world was dying

Your staircase wits
And your listless fits
Of joy and anger
Like white and black

You pinned me down
God is a sound
You pinned me down
And I'm burning his crown

They hired seat fillers
For your living funeral
Real dead girls in smut
Infectious pages of lust
Amish wirecuts and you

One has drawn lake blood from
Two crazed Iraquis and
Three is the time that we strike

They hired seat fillers
For your living funeral
Real dead girls in smut
Infectious pages of lust,
Insidious salesmen of love

You pinned me down
God is a sound
You pinned me down
And I'm burning his crown

They hired seat fillers
For your living funeral
Real dead girls in smut
Infectious pages of lust
Amish wirecuts and you


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