“Terminal Phase”

Minimal age
Tell them I’m bound
Minimal age
Tell them I’m bound

She’s just an animal
Study the skeletal frame
I’m not afraid of her moves
I’m so afraid I could lose

Stretching thin you’re caving in
Stretching thin you’re caving in

Minimal age
Tell them I’m bound
Turning away
His days are numbered
Away, away, away, he’s turning inside out

Bounce, bounce the mind up

Feel invincible, and you drop your guard
Watch the killer get killed
See the bee get stung
Feel invincible, but some renegade punk turns you inside out
Turns you inside out

Show us the door and we’ll show you the dust
Kick it up, kick it up on the sturdy floor
Pick it on up we’re the wrecking ball
Pick it up, pick it up, let’s take control
Crush, crush, crush, crush
Crush some heads just like some eggs
Gonna crush some heads just like some eggs
See the basement floor it’s incased with gore
Gonna eat it all up I’m a cannibal
Pick it on up we’re the wrecking ball
Pick it up, pick it up, let’s take control

Minimal age
Tell them I’m bound
Minimal age
Tell them I’m bound

Think that I’m bound to the wrong face
Get on the stage
Terminal phase let’s bounce into the graves
Think that I’m bound to the wrong face
Get on the stage
Terminal phase let’s bounce into the graves
Think that I’m bound to the wrong face
Get on the stage
Terminal phase let’s bounce into the graves
Think that I’m bound to the wrong face
Get on the stage
Terminal phase let’s bounce into the graves

“Portrait”

Some men imagine land
I sail around
Portrait from the back
Where the sun don’t go

We are the portraits from the back
A light of legions glows
In the harbor
A light of legions glows
I put the pictures out

We are the portraits from the back
We are the portraits from the back
Jettison the dead trees off the racks
I know, I know, we are the portraits from the back
no, no, no, no, no don’t forget to bolt the trap door lock yourself in
I am the see-saw
Wearing the armor
Wearing the armor, cold metal
I paint the acts of crowds, I turn the backs around

I turn the backs around
We are the portraits from the back

Put a vista down
I am the see-saw
Wearing the armor
We are the portraits from the back
I turn the backs around

I am the see-saw
Wearing the armor

We are the portraits from the back
Composed of pieces
We are the portraits from the back
I put a fist around the rope
I put a vista down your throat

“Paradise”

Give it to the freaks as they frown at the henchmen
Come along creeps to the town of redemption

Quiver in the knees shake it out near the fences
Picking up bones from the graves of the headless

Give it to the freaks as they frown at the henchmen
Come along creeps to the town of redemption

Living in the cities where the crowds beat you senseless
Landing on your feet but you dance like a deadman

Pick up the stones, pick up the stones, pick up the stones, split up the roads, pick up the stones, pick up the stone

Quiver in the knees shake it out near the fences
Picking up bones from the graves of the headless

Digging up a hole in the folds of the red smoke
Kicking through the floors with a gang in the alcove

Stick it in the goal looking blank and defenseless
Drawn to the poles like a magnet in a compass

Echo domes drone from the pound of the lockstep
Black and white suits snake around with their jaws clenched

Pick up the stones, pick up the stones, pick up the stones, split up the roads, pick up the stones, pick up the stone

“Birds of Prey”

Birds of prey repopulate
In the privacy of shade machinations stray
Warm blood’s dripping in the undertow
Saturation’s nascent, but I feel the heat grow
Through the stations, through the stations
Birds of prey moving up on me
Moving up on me, moving up on me
Birds of prey

Makeshift spaces on the concrete coasts
Ghost town gutters catch the sun and rust
In lanes adjacent to the bubbling swamp
Saturation’s nascent, but I feel the heat grow
Moving up on me, moving up on me, moving up on me
Birds of prey
Birds of prey
Moving up on me

Moving up on me, moving up on me

Birds of prey repopulate in the dirty shade, in the dirty shade

Pirate radio glimmers in the everglades
The lives align and navigate
To the stations, habitations
To the stations
Birds of prey repopulate in the dirty shade, in the dirty shade
Birds of prey repopulate in the dirty shade, in the dirty shade
Saturation’s nascent, but I feel the heat grow
Moving up on me, moving up on me
Moving up on me, moving up on me

“Terror Management”

Fear, it’s not outside of you
I know it’s locked up

Bodies drift up, subtle shift up
We keep it cuffed up for your own protection

Wound up on your back
Gonna get you gonna get you
We keep it cuffed up, we keep it locked up

Panic in the blood, blood, panic in the flood
Head spins in demented orbit, panic in the flood

Look for loopholes in the flesh and bones
Give yourself a body manifest  a pose

Terror management, terror management, night terror
Terror management, management terror, terror management,
Terror management, night terror, night terror, terror management,
Terror management, terror management

Fan the flames, doom dissolves, rattle the chains
Wound up, wound up, on your back
Blackout, blackout, no way back

Eyes in the sun
Gloom and glamour is your clan
Soon these terrors won’t let you go