My chest is a ribcage, filled with bees
Spires, flames, Cincinnatti
Reminds me of hell
Thrust into the pit of bengals
We'll push that horned building
Off into the fog
I ain't been laid in five long years, man
It's just I got these ideals
I can't get them out of my head
And she's waiting for me somewhere
On a train or a bus or something mundane like that
I know that's the case, you see
I know it to be so, you can ask my mom
And we'll give each other presents sometimes
And relive all the fun times we had at other times
When we were not having them right then
And when that don't happen
Use my ribcage parts to build a ship
Don't bother putting it back together
Use my ribcage parts to build a ship
What it protects, don't even fucking matter
Use my ribcage parts to build a ship
Don't bother putting it back together
Use my ribcage parts to build a ship
What it protects, don't even fucking matter
She's on a train or something, you know
And they wreck from time to time
You might say that's rediculous
But the demographics, man, never lie
The demographics never lie
To somebody her scalp is peeled
From the twisted plastic right now
What if it's mine
I'll just be a thousand Oxygen channel movies
To a thousand different people
A thousand different ways
And I don't care who it hurts
And when that does happen
Use my ribcage parts to build a ship
Don't bother putting it back together
Use my ribcage parts to build a ship
What it protects, don't even fucking matter
Use my ribcage parts to build a ship
Don't bother putting it back together
Use my ribcage parts to build a ship
What it protects, don't even fucking matter
Everyone's listening, I can't communicate effectively
Under these circumstances, too self conscious
I always do the same old shit, when it really matters
Like now, like now, like now
My chest
It is a ribcage
It is a chest
It is a ribcage
It is a chest
It is a ribcage
It is a chest
On it depends, the ground bends
After everything crumbles to pieces
I will be happy in my mess
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