play on for easy kills in your kickback

in your arcade of weak wills

where you’ve scratched at the names we’ve built

like one is policeman, another is guilt

and i can’t wait ’til we have holes in our heads

and we play pinball

where every now and then

something get’s said if it slips out

if it’s heavy

where the food breaks the plates that we put out

and everything’s fake like the monsters you read about

it’s like we’re all the same age for now

so lay down your bulletproof vest

we’ll pick up our arms

and plant one right in the chest

and i can’t wait ’til our bodies collapse

and the papers print histories

where it’s all up for grabs

where no one is enemies

and i’m brave

and your hands are clean