The gum disease billboard is screaming
Come back to the world you're leaving
Down a dark empty street
The party carries on for me we're
Gathered here in mourning of our abandoned beliefs
With good grace grieving the people that all of us once used to be
With mighty glow the air is thick
Our bodies pulse and swell and stink
Like all of hell and all of heaven
Finally breaking loose together
Threads of chaos we can weave into bandages, bedsheets and tapestries