Flip-flops At a Funeral 歌词

Could it be anymore obvious? I'm digging at wounds, stretching at seams I whore myself out I whore myself out I whore myself out I whore myself Out Flushed into illustration Distract yourself from changes Cry Beautiful Stencil Stretching at seams Disservice, harm (This is the next best thing to killing a God) (Like a bad habit, ah) Cry Beautiful Summer Reaching out in front for rebooted truth A final attempt to secure my role The emblematic wasp stuck in your car Am I outside of the window, or will you cleanse the cab? Printing out the havoc in several prepositional phrases Everyone I know gets fucking tired Everyone gets tired Everyone gets tired of creative torture Peace, medicine, theory Disposal, advance, pose Guilt, succubus I'm driving into the ocean And I don't know when I can die Straying into the sunlight Faith until I deny Uh!