Lyrics Mouth Like A Magazine - Showbread

Mouth Like A Magazine

Turning over in interrupted slumber
You ponder others, growing ever wakeful
You’ve locked the vermin in the other bedroom
To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful
Now find the fault because your boyfriend can’t read
Reflecting on to you is that the bitterness you need
So unhappy, yet so preoccupied
Never found, beaten down, with your forked tongue tied
Your eulogy is like poetry
But, your mouth is like a magazine
Your eulogy is like poetry
But, your mouth is like a magazine
Queen dependency is cowering, please don’t be confused
You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse
Virtue isn’t tangible, and sense of self is dated
Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated
Your spine is made of metal, your veins are 'lectric tape
And all along an impulse lights at random in your fa-ace
Cough up an offering, forget which words are lies
Then your skull echoes a singeing pop, your brain is cauterized
Your eulogy is like poetry
But, your mouth is like a magazine
Your eulogy is like poetry
But, your mouth is like a magazine
Your eulogy is like poetry
But, your mouth is like a magazine
Your eulogy is like poetry
But, your mouth is like a magazine
Within the walls I hear all of its legs
There must be so many to carry over our heads
Seething and unsettled and, oh, such a let down
Some rusty spokes inside my head are making such a grating Sound
Your legacy is like poetry
But, your mouth is like a magazine
Your eulogy is like poetry
But, your mouth is like a magazine
Your eulogy is like poetry
But, your mouth is like a magazine
Your eulogy is like poetry
But, your mouth is like a magazine
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