Pulled Apart

The party
The party's never over
The party's never over and it's pulling you apart

If these buildings are crude crucibles then
Change me make me beautiful
You're a tiny little [shot?]
In a great big [?]

Any surface is an alter
And bathroom is a church now for our rights of joy and [rage?]

I am young powerless and compulsive
I spit blood and dirt from a [?]
And I am holding a kings ransom
In a fist full of foreign change