Lyrics Day Fifteen: Citizenihilist - Trap Them

Day Fifteen: Citizenihilist

Get them propped and boxed, and fixed on forced remarks…
On haggard glimpse, on a primal blitz
And meet me at the hole where the bodies are dumped
In a glistening front yard
Smell what I smell, taste what I taste
Live the life of bygone bricks
In the stomachs of scenic waste
'tis the minute of ours…
And bury us with our grenades
Underneath the steps of the running corpses
They can erect their walks of fame
While we suicide bomb every last pacified name
Bring me disease
And storm the cells bring me the virus
And unleash hell
Bring on the fucking plague
In the heart of the decade reign
I want to ruin my life and die how I die…
With my hair on fire and the dust of my skin
In the blink of a billion renegade eyes
Fuck my health, and fuck our health
Let’s get desperate
Now