Detachment
Staring down the pixel priest
A mexican stand-off
All hail the pig for the feast
Righteous profiles
Stolen lunch money
From the good side
Afraid to be eaten
By everyone’s hungry evil eyes
Welcome to the doom side
There sitting on the back seat of your car
In your broken back yard
Making out to shortwave radio
And your skeleton sister’s screaming halo
And the doors are locked
And the word is “fucked”
Banging your head against the dread
In a town called Nowhere
Got to get away from here
You may have had a skill or two
But youth troubled and wasted you
So here you arrive
Lazy, in desperation
Dreams haunting you
You have no friends
They’re all dead ends
Is there nothing more!?
Is this all!?
Welcome to
Complete
And utter
Detachment
Welcome to…
…complete…
…and utter…
Detachment.