The Body Is A Temple For Heavier Metal

The body's a temple for heavier metal
And forever chemicals
A future-proof ghost town
Curse words carved in the playground
White noise that resounds

It's an ancient oil painting (ooh-ooh)
Of the brain in repose (ooh-ooh)
They're the birds that build their nests (ooh-ooh)
Inside of the Home Depots (ooh-ooh)
Living in here rent-free, talking like they know me (ahh, ahh)

You are gonna have to deal with all this
Okay, sure, I'll get right on that, promise
You are gonna have to deal with all this
Okay, sure, I'll get right on that, promise

A nihilist trust-fall into the paywall of endless potential

You'll lose the urge to self-destruct, but
Fear not, we know that you're still punk as fuck
You'll lose the urge to self-destruct, but
Fear not, we know that you're still punk as fuck
You'll lose the urge to self-destruct, but
Fear not, we know that you're still punk as fuck