And The Disease Self-medicates Lyrics

And The Disease Self-medicates lyrics

the munitions in your kitchen are parlor talk

and when tinted and printed,
there's genius in the doublespeak

we're all in stitches over makeshift
surgeries

held in contempt after your straight-faced perjury

from
cribs to crypts and hid behind my lips

if there's a fault they will
search you out search you out

because they're dying at their desk jobs



bite the hand that feeds

your basic needs, baby it's the
cannibal in me

sanctified knife-play with what sleeps in the streets in
your sheets by day



forensic(k) to your stomach

this DNA
redecoration

on your office wall

you have murdered their
darlings

because they didn't have the entrails for the job



(1, 2, 3) underwater waltzes in our concrete dancing shoes



bite
the hand that feeds

your basic needs, baby it's the cannibal in me

sanctified knife-play with what sleeps in the streets in your sheets by
day



and some can't see the clouds for nightfall, and some can't
see the night for eyelids, and some are happier than others



flash
one two three flash one two -- it's closer.