Lyrics

That's the thing with these old models They can get the rust caught in their cranks And that's the book that teaches Sophistructure Can almost taste their sunken pains Crashing your van into sunlight Bilking your plan in the face Drive it apart with a pen knife Think you can down it away? Oodles and metal we thank Not anything coming is bad Doming the crown of your hand Sometimes just hope is a trap They cut our wings and then they ring 'round unto Pull them apart right in our face How many thumbscrews in your own apartment? How many tortures in their place? Sad as in something in value No one else gives it the space Call it a matter of anger Like most of the things that you hate They should do something about you They should do something about you They should do something about you They should do something about you How bold are you no? How bold are you oh? I know what you sow We are Swimming and loading your basement Fractured and mangled and down Textbook example debasement More how it looks than it sounds Oodles and metal we thank Not anything coming is bad Doming the crown of your hand Sometimes just hope is a trap