Lyrics

feed that period

life is spectacular
and everything's easy
when you've got a weapon
life is a pop song
and i've got a million of 'em
can't understand a word of it
up on the wagon
no one is driving
you'll be arriving soon

loneliness is popular
prison's on the outside
and time is a waiting room
the world makes you wonder
what's so wonderful
and who is held accountable
throbbing temples
easing apart
die late and echo
write it out longhand
feed that period

words are analog
and everybody's got some
didn't understand the manual
there are no ghosts
but we mourn the dead
and they find it understandable
everything's wonderful
and life is easy
when you've got a weapon
write it out longhand
feed that period.