Day Fourteen: Pulse Mavens Lyrics

Saw him get his death march on.... saw him light the aisles with hidden handjobs sheltered from the masters' baiting crowns. in overzealous crowds. in undernourished sounds. i know what you want, grey wanderlust.

you want to walk into each and every room and see a photograph that shreds your chest, and makes it hard to see, but makes it worth it to breathe.

they don't sell it 'round here no more, so put your shoes back on, and get your hopes all gone.

it's all come up wrong. it's all come up unbelonged.

well, if you want to stay 'til dawn, i can tell you where the guns are kept and you can shoot your warning shots and hear the cries of all of those in debt. because you see here, beginner reconstructor, we've planted fruits of labor/wrath that find themselves fully ripened on every passing bloody path. and they are free to those who knew the names of crime design and love unkind. they are free to those like us.... those who've been left behind. it's all wrong. it's all unbelonged.

and the sadist air raid blares to faces in the tar as we murder the ghosts that held this town.

saw the structures fall apart and raise foundations into forget city under exhibitionist regimes. stamp the hands, pull the teeth and kill the ones in need. so i'll tell you, runner....i'll tell you you can live the life, you can take your time and you can fuck 'til you feel. but it won't break the bread they make, they own, they sell, they steal. because as long as they have bones to snap and grind into the welcome wheel, they'll take your fix for another meal, and they'll send you to the end of the line you can live your days like i've fucked my nights... with a death march on our minds