Murder By Death:Killbot 2000

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Killbot 2000
Artist: Murder By Death
Album: Who Will Survive And What Will Be Left Of Them?



A smell like cigarettes creeps softly through the vents
The room is filling up with smoke and little bodies
Tell all the boys and girls from the school to keep breaking all the rules
To let their parents know they're individuals
Datura flakes off from your lips you've lost the swagger in your hips
Your eyes are turning blue to gray
Your skin feels soft and sagging down
Your arms drag across the ground with each step you take

And they fall from the jungle gyms
And they fall, piss away each night among the sound of bodies crawling round the room

I can smell their flesh on everything left in this room: chalk and scattered crayons on empty desks
For weeks finding clumps of unwashed hair caught between the vents blowing

And they fall from the jungle gyms
And they fall from the jungle gyms
And they fall (and they fall) from the jungle gyms
And they fall (and they fall), piss away each night among the sound of bodies crawling round the room

Carry their little bodies to the cemetery so gently
Oh carry their little bodies to the cemetery so gently
Oh carry their little bodies to the cemetery so gently
Oh carry their little bodies to the cemetery so gently
Carry their little bodies to the cemetery ever so gently
Please don't let their necks crook towards the ground