You were invited but you decided
Don't look for the message
Your blood temperature is still tepid
Indemnity, amenities, I hate it, I ate it
Hey, get off of the ceiling
Those memories you're peeling off
That has already been ate
Than have it vicariously ate
And what's been fed to me
But you never came any closer
And now we're all suffering
From your mercury poisoning
Hey, get off of the ceiling
And those memories you're peeling off
Those candles have been ate
Don't look for the message
You heard all of my stories
And days wore into December
And there we were at dinner
Deciding how we'd split up
I heard most of the stories
And days wore into September
Is that there was something before