The Coin-Op Guillotine

Hypnic jerk, and I'm woken from a dream

We were pooling pennies for the coin-op guillotine

They gotta give us bread but give us roses, or lifeless, he reposes

In a puddle of blood by a deadly blade, a gleam

Your eyes glazed over while you sat unlistenin'

You said your head's on fire, and every thought is kindlin'

A tired life is a wild ride for the saddest boy on the waterslide

When the breadcrumbs only lead to where you've been

But the last thing said while we lay in bed

Is that "I love when you invoke my death"

When the grey gauze mist descends on me like sleep

So, how does it seem like I've been coping?

My brain is fried, and my spirit's broken

Working for the coin-op guillotine

If you've got a cross to bear, call my name I'll see you there

A 3-beer-buzz or bust these days, hungover international break

Time slides glacier slow, and the gallows concrete will hit like a pillow

House a white whale, all of your exes ache within your solar plexus

Heart erupts, and the pavement splatters, I think I'm right, I don't think it matters

Two sounds collide upon the breeze

Sunday service, Sunday league

From either side, there comes unholy scream

How's it look like I've been dealing?

Ten-tonne truck struck full of feelings

Longing for the coin-op guillotine

If you've got a cross to bear

Tell me what it costs in prayer

Call my name I'll see you there

We've gotta pool all of our pennies

Between us, we have plenty

Call my name I'll see you there