Triangular (antiseptic)

The skin unfolds and the wires rush in, I lose myself as they plug me in

Could it be they blocked out the sun?

So far away from everyone, In shadow he’s the only one

Who’s drawn out of the lines

Satellite pictures of fuzz and dots, Forget me nots and love me lots

Blur in a whirlwind

 

And the tide is rolling in, Suck your cigarette and grin, Perched upon your throne

With the antiseptic smell, Comfortable in hell is where we all belong

 

With a monster at every corner, Don’t forget to add the border

This is mine, don’t come in

The apostle shakes his fist, At the eloquent Alienist

Branding devilish dead-enders

 

And the storm is crashing fun, With your money and your gun, And clutching the throne

With the antiseptic smell, The theme song is swell, and we all sing along

 

The skin unfolds and the wires rush in, I lose myself as they plug me in

Could it be they blocked out the sun?