Erase The Days The Politics Of Suicide
With a heart of porcelain you stand in line.
Counting down the seconds till it shatters in the street.
Chemical Deception.
Mass produce my last goodbyes.
And even in our dreams were so afraid of stepping out of line.
We sell ourselves for a chance to forget who we truly are.
Recreate my lips in our factories.
Consume our understanding.
Because we are slipping into the Era of Regression.
Its in these days that only Apathy can hold us back.
And its in these dreams that we save ourselves from falling into the statistics.
The business men that march our streets.
All dressed the same. All think the same.
Wake up in the morning.
Walk single file to your factory where we'll steal your emotions.
They lie at the bottom of this bottle. We will create our demise.
Maybe only our valiance will save us.
Keep our face above the water because were drowning in mistrust.
Your so archangelic. Lets develop some understanding.
As we get older the days grow longer.
You're growing so distant.
Amplify the beating of my heart, expand the second we are apart.
Amplify the beating of my heart and cancel the breath in my lungs.
You'll never win. It never ends.
Tonight lets fight in the name of lust.
