Deathnography - On the Mend Lyrics

Where-a-where-a-bouts in hell's The Out?
Clear the sleep and let the shine fall south
Let it marinate and bend and break

Upon arrival at the old folks home
Leave them be, can't let the old folks roam
To the grocery store in the downtown core

Severed ties and all the things we couldn't tend
Be selfless, be selfless, my friend
Southern lies the only plots we could pretend
Be hopeful, til we're on the mend

In the absence of the usual crowds
Maybe voices carry twice as loud
And wonder how we got here now

And now we know who we all lean upon
Nurses, clerks still working dusk til dawn
As your landlord tries to bleed you dry

Severed ties and all the things we couldn't tend
Be selfless, be selfless, my friend
Southern lies the only plots we could pretend
Be hopeful, til we're on the mend