20th Century Fucks - An Endless Parade of Bodies

You got a landline
A lifeline to a diverging timeline
To which we may never go back
And your half life's a mystery
All that's for sure is you'll never see the other half

You've got a little light in your room
To defend from all the demons and ghouls
Comin for you like a moth to a flame
And the moths are coming for you too

And you're stuck in the hole that you dug yourself in
And you're feeling more desperate than you've ever been
And you've dressed up your pillows like children
You're praying for the day when there's a
An endless parade of bodies
Running a train on me
But that's not today

You've got a bar on your window
It knocks on your elbow
Whenever you toss in your sleep
And a box full of bandages
Old Neosporin
Cuz the corners cut your skin too deep
You've got a little light in your room
To keep out the evil and dark
Those ugly mothers better leave you alone
Or else you are gonna leave a mark

Cuz you're stuck in the hole that you dug yourself in
And you're feeling more desperate than you've ever been
And you've sorted your records by impact
You're praying for the day when there's a
An endless parade of bodies
Running a train on me
But that's not today
No that's not today

Written by:
Harry Rackmil

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