Dog Fashion Disco Ad Nauseam
Your face makes my insides crawl
Across the floor
Entrails and all
Sliding through
Blood and bile
Far and wide
For miles and miles
Your existence is an epic epidemic
Conjure dysfunction
Levitating
In bed with the devil
Ad Nauseam
The conversation's over
Pack up all your pretty things and get the f..ck out
Ad Nauseam
You beat that dead horse black and blue
Phenomenally nothing new
I owe it all to you
Ad Nauseam
The conversation's over
Pack up all your pretty things and get the f..ck out
Ad Nauseam
You beat that dead horse black and blue
Phenomenally nothing new
I owe it all to you
Your voice
Like a dying animal
Sucking in one last breath
Before it expires
The truth is
No one wants you around
The lord of the flies
All buzzing about
You're a plague all dressed in white
A spinning head in the candlelight
Unholy union
Summoned and exorcised
Ad Nauseam
The conversation's over
Pack up all your pretty things and get the f..ck out
Ad Nauseam
You beat that dead horse black and blue
Phenomenally nothing new
I owe it all to you
Ad Nauseam
The conversation's over
Pack up all your pretty things and get the f..ck out
Ad Nauseam
You beat that dead horse black and blue
Phenomenally nothing new
I owe it all to you
Go in peace or prepare for war
I'll shine my armor
Words like bullets leave an ugly scar
Tend to your wounds
Shell shocked and grazed
Love is a battlefield
I'm lucky to be alive
Because you're out of your mind
Out of your mind
Out of your mind
Out of your mind
Out of your mind
Round and round we go
Skull shattering, brainless ramblings like beans in a can
Banging bones in migraine tones of babbling dischord
Echoes of empty threats on a daytime talkshow
Vertigo mantras repeating and spinning
Round and round, back and forth for infinity
Your existence is an epic epidemic
Conjure dysfunction
Levitating
In bed with the devil
Ad Nauseam
The conversation's over
Pack up all your pretty things and get the f..ck out
Ad Nauseam
You beat that dead horse black and blue
Phenomenally nothing new
I owe it all to you
Ad Nauseam
The conversation's over
Pack up all your pretty things and get the f..ck out
Ad Nauseam
You beat that dead horse black and blue
Phenomenally nothing new
I owe it all to you
I wanna put you out
I wanna put you out of your misery
Misery
I wanna put you out
I wanna put you out of your misery
Misery
