New York Bomb Appraisal (old version)

I'm sitting in the back, of this banal bar,

Sipping on business speak, licking on two-faced charm.

The karaoke plays, it vomits sugar hues,

And lovesick rats get up, to rattle in their pews.

Oh, those clever comatose.

Oh, those clever comatose.

I'm disguised as poetry,

Too honest for them to notice me.

Tonight, let's become what we're meant to be,

But I've been dead for years, such a pity.

Why take their validation,

When you carry their salvation?

Burn! Burn New York!

Feel remorse as these blast

Perforate your shiny lungs.

Come! Blood Foxes!

Radical Wolves! Let's take back

Our songs they haven't sung.

Let the celebration begin (I wanna see you shake, just like a new inmate)

Make us into good kids again (You're not so volupte, when you're gagged by guns)

Is this what I've come to expect:

Applause from this callous mess?

Oh, Brilliant Knives! Fumigate this life!

Make good of this attempt, of bashful violence.

Make good of this attempt, of bashful violence.

Oh, those clever comatose.

Oh, those clever comatose!

Let the celebration begin (I wanna see you shake, just like a new inmate)

Make us into good kids again (You're not so volupte, when you're gagged by guns)

Is this what I've come to expect:

Applause from this callous mess?

For power, for mercy,

For vengeance, for rivalry,

For all of those pretty things

We saw you had, but could never be.

Oh, we focused on execution,

But not on the outcome.

Burn! Burn New York!

Feel remorse as these blast

Perforate your shiny lungs.

Come! Blood Foxes!

Radical Wolves! Let's take back

Our songs they haven't sung.

Cutting Through The Universe (lyrics version)

Greeting from the unknown,

How are things back at home?

Sending transmission through the void.

Devoid of all contact,

I won't be coming back,

There's so much here we haven't yet destroyed.

Oh, it's quite impossible.

Oh, and so existential.

This macro-cosmic shuffle into suspicious levels.

Oh, it's quite impossible.

Oh, and so existential.

Abandon our earthly ship, to study dissonance.

I won't come down, through my visions.

I won't touch down, end transmission.

Oh, it's quite impossible.

Oh, and so existential.

This macro-cosmic shuffle into suspicious levels.

Oh, it's quite impossible.

Oh, and so existential.

Abandon our earthly ship, to study dissonance.

It's quite impossible.

Glow (old version)

Settle down, and rest your weary bones.

What solemn stories do you know?

Let that fountain pour out of your head,

Over your lips, and out the bed.

Where is your real home? Oh, how I wish I'd know.

Despite pseudo bloodlines, you can't deny your glow.

Ambivalence, from both parents,

Stretched out to far lands, holding out careless hands

That you hold, like grabbing hollow limbs of

Ghosts, vindictive and forgetful.

And we'll just pacify with carnal carriages, cuz

They're not coming to get you, no one's coming to get you.

And we'll just pacify with carnal carriages, cuz

They're not coming to get you, no one's coming to get you.

(Bat a perfect eyelid, bite a perfect lip,

Pump talent from every pore, you're glowing.)

Where is your real home? Oh, how I wish I'd know.

Despite pseudo bloodlines, you can't deny your glow.

Ambivalence, from both parents,

Stretched out to far lands, holding out careless hands.

(Bat a perfect eyelid, bite a perfect lip,

Pump talent from every pore, you're glowing.)

My good intentions are struck down by bad timing.

To assist or indulge, is differed by what lining?

My good intentions are struck down by bad timing.

To assist or indulge, is differed by what lining?

Fluorescent, resplendent, effulgent, oh don't stop!

Fluorescent, resplendent, effulgent, oh don't stop!

Luminous, glorious, lustrous, oh don't stop!

Fluorescent, resplendent, effulgent, oh don't stop!

The Ambushes (lyrics version)

Can't you see these boring skulls shuffle?

Stuffing taxis, Junkyard Jungles.

Can't you taste their card trick muffles?

Can't you hear their sick rockstar dreams?

Nooses scream like how mics sing.

Can't you feel them fucking up everything?

"We're coming for you skull-less,

We're coming for you skull-less,

We're coming for you skull-less,

We're coming for you..."

Ambush! We'll rob the jackals! (Battered batch! Battered batch!)

Ransack their high class isles! (Where's your gorgeous mouth that's stuffed with cash?)

Ambush! We'll rob the jackals! (Battered batch! Battered batch!)

Ransack their high class isles! (Where's your gorgeous mouth that's stuffed with cash?)

Let me tell you it'll all be over,

Let me tell you that you'll be alright.

Let me tell you it'll all be over,

Let me tell you that you'll be alright.

But I confess, you waltz with lead.

But I confess, it dances through your breast.

Ambush! We'll rob the jackals! (Battered batch! Battered batch!)

Ransack their high class isles! (Where's your gorgeous mouth that's stuffed with cash?)

Ambush! We'll rob the jackals! (Battered batch! Battered batch!)

Ransack their high class isles! (Where's your gorgeous mouth that's stuffed with cash?)

Vile roar roars in your heartthrobs,

Vile roar roars a chord of infamy.

Press on! Press on! Towards the gagged shoreline, we'll

Road vile roars into the skylines.

No, we're not just giving in.

Staring the shore, staring at the coastline.

Hospital Hands (lyrics version)

Open the curtains to reveal the recovery room

Set stage lights on me, but pay no mind to my youth.

"Panic! Vital signs are static:

Get the Hospital Hands!

Come shine me glossy-lifeless,

Get me those Hospital Hands!"

Serotonin is the enemy, but it can't be so bad.

Made famous with amphetamines, but it can't be so bad.

(Find Me A Mute Pharmacy)

Serotonin is the enemy, but it can't be so bad.

Made famous with amphetamines, but it can't be so bad.

Come, bless me with a shaking fist coated

With thinned blood of the meek and the tame!

Yeah! And once I'm polished a new shade of disgusting, please:

Find me a mute pharmacy!

Find me a mute pharmacy!

Serotonin is the enemy, but it can't be so bad.

Made famous with amphetamines, but it can't be so bad.

Here comes my answers, diagnosed.

Red, yellow, and white pour down my throat.

Hands guide to a mute pharmacy.

Concealed in bland, numb safety.

Oh, Hospital Hands.