SMOKE & ETHANOL

Ft. HXVOC



Relight those eyes, tomorrow’s come and gone

Abide, you’re wasting time

We’re stale, still type into that black box


And I’ve thrown away every crumb that led beyond the grave

Ink pens with arteries, cite miseries on resumes

But I’ve been thinkin’ that there’s not a way out of this place

I lay my name upon a database, placeholder face


(Dies iræ, dies illa)


Dear lady Death, could you spare me just one kiss?

Just a moment’s respite

Taking hours at a time, passing by, we’re all passerby


Connect the spots behind my eyes

Counting sheep laid twixt these walls

Crushed my head between those bars

Excel sheets and cable cars


You’ve had the gall to hold the line some time how

Marching on, still marching on ‘till you're fried


Rely on lies, that towers come undone

Resigned in record time

Yet still so tired, do you think gods can die?


But I’ve thrown away every crumb that led back to my name

Numb stains with pleasantries, auxiliaries should not be saved

But I’ve been thinkin’ there’s gotta be a way out this place

Biding my time until the judgment day, keeping my pace
I may or may not have referenced "biding my time until the time is right" from Scissors - Slipknot.


(Get out of here, you gotta get out of here

They’re waiting until we’re ready to die here

Get out of here, we gotta get out of here

They’re counting on us to sit and burn here)


(Dies iræ, dies illa)


Reformat minds and replace scars

Linked inside those catalogues

Iron taste, revolver shots

Skimming past those rorschach blots


You’ve had the gallows hollowed out some time now

Marching on, still marching on ‘till we’ve died


(Get out of here, you gotta get out of here

They’re waiting until we’re ready to die here

Get out of here, we gotta get out of here

They’re counting on us to sit and burn here)


Dear lady Death, could you grant me just one sin

Etched upon my casket

If my wrath has crossed the line

Biding time, still burning alive


I’m seein’ red behind my vice

Drag you back from whence I crawl

Pretty desks and burning hogs

Inhale smoke and ethanol


You’ve had the gall to run the lines some time

You’ve built this hell

So you should watch it fall