A Disruption in the Normal Swing of Things

The days are spent

Chatting amongst the workers

Of how cold it is outside

Not to mention their greatest fears

Like finding their children neglected and naked

In battle for with some crack fiends, like a substitute for love

And no one notices something disrupting the normal swing of things

These hands are shaking

The gloves are touching me

Reaper's regret

This memory have weakened

Now I recall everything

What's with all the commotion?

I swear there's nothing to see here

You didn't see it coming

Already

This is the part where the ambulance comes

There's a dead man in the street; we gotta take him to the morgue

He can't be here; he's been blocking traffic for hours

We can't find him help his will something's disrupting the normal swing of things

This institution will run efficiently

Standard regrets

Send the misses our regards

Sign it deepest sympathies

Sympathies: some patronage for the weak

I swallowed some musk and now I'm choking it up

I refuse to say they won; I win the poison all mixed up in my head

On my head all those phonies were liars

I don't (repeated screaming)

I don't need this

Let's disappear

Break it down [Repeat x9]

I don't need this

Sympathy

I don't need this