Thirty-two million grinding teeth behind a million crooked mouths
Malicious misanthropy manifested as a sound
The stench of human bodies inbetween these warehouse walls
The haunted, creeping call of your agoraphobia
Well, it's been the kind of year that has you keeping rope under your bed
In case you wake up thinking it might be a decent day to die
And making peace is starting to feel more like swallowing your anger
Til it festers deep within you like a cancer eating you from the inside
What's with the worrying?
Make comfort with the futile notion of staying alive
'Cause its a couple billion beats before you're swallowed by the ground
And each one's a little louder, so you better make it count
A fury on what's caging you, a rattling at the bars
A thrashing at the barricades, a fire to the walls
'Cause all your organs are just engines pumping your blood full of oxygen
And all the other chemicals that you need to survive
And someday they will stop and you will rot just like that 1988
Rusted out chevrolet that sits in your garage
Let's brew some war, ya know
Serenity is boring when you know you're gonna die
Rumbletramp - Teeth Lyrics
Rumbletramp - Teeth Lyrics
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Thirty-two million grinding teeth behind a million crooked mouths
Malicious misanthropy manifested as a sound
The stench of human bodies inbetween these warehouse walls
The haunted, creeping call of your agoraphobia
Well, it's been the kind of year that has you keeping rope under your bed
In case you wake up thinking it might be a decent day to die
And making peace is starting to feel more like swallowing your anger
Til it festers deep within you like a cancer eating you from the inside
What's with the worrying?
Make comfort with the futile notion of staying alive
'Cause its a couple billion beats before you're swallowed by the ground
And each one's a little louder, so you better make it count
A fury on what's caging you, a rattling at the bars
A thrashing at the barricades, a fire to the walls
'Cause all your organs are just engines pumping your blood full of oxygen
And all the other chemicals that you need to survive
And someday they will stop and you will rot just like that 1988
Rusted out chevrolet that sits in your garage
Let's brew some war, ya know
Serenity is boring when you know you're gonna die
Malicious misanthropy manifested as a sound
The stench of human bodies inbetween these warehouse walls
The haunted, creeping call of your agoraphobia
Well, it's been the kind of year that has you keeping rope under your bed
In case you wake up thinking it might be a decent day to die
And making peace is starting to feel more like swallowing your anger
Til it festers deep within you like a cancer eating you from the inside
What's with the worrying?
Make comfort with the futile notion of staying alive
'Cause its a couple billion beats before you're swallowed by the ground
And each one's a little louder, so you better make it count
A fury on what's caging you, a rattling at the bars
A thrashing at the barricades, a fire to the walls
'Cause all your organs are just engines pumping your blood full of oxygen
And all the other chemicals that you need to survive
And someday they will stop and you will rot just like that 1988
Rusted out chevrolet that sits in your garage
Let's brew some war, ya know
Serenity is boring when you know you're gonna die
Writer: Mission Ingram
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