Brother we stick together .we fall apart.
While we haunt these hollow halls. Inside her fathers residence.
When empty heads fill crowded rooms,
I can hear my own spine crack.
I keep my collar up and wear a lions mask.
I feel their stares they violate me.
Bodies pile in suffocating,
firewalk the coals there s no turning back once you re gone.
Meet by the back door run for our social lives.
Sell your soul. Revive. I m alive.
Now were faster than fashion when fascism s in.
and its never out of style...
xeroxicide.
You smell like sex and cigarettes, this moment is a blur.
Everyone hold down your favorite girl.