Dispenser Box

I'd rather not spend this life jumping From a box to a box to a grave. Should I let sleeping dogs lie to me Just to be safe? If I was was an animal I'd be the elephant in the room When I grow up I'm gonna be an avalanche And I'll grow up soon I got a weapon I got the keys to my heart and my house between my knuckles. They say any old street can be my armageddon (I got a weapon) Now I'm mostly Pipe lines and storage room Cavities and pictures of the moon And I was told I look just like the sea With a whole ocean inside of me We end large and we deflate Of nightmares and masturbate Can't get rid of the aftertaste Of all dumb things lost in this place I'm lying in bed making up metaphors for metaphors We can get a family value pack of scar tissue In a handy dispenser box We learn that misery is a pyramid scheme About love Love is an ancient god and a fevered dream Love, love We try to trick Death by laughing in it's face We couldn't find it's eyes so we got stuck on the way We learned that dying is contagious and it ain't even free That our fear grows the more our eyes can see Oh there's no happily ever after it's mostly sales strategy And there's no movin in forever and it will shoot you in the knee Now I come with all the bells and whistles and shits and giggles You want me to smile when I walk by We're lyin' We're lyin' And we're lying in bed making up metaphors for metaphors You can get a family value pack of scar tissue In a handy dispenser box We learn that misery is a pyramid scheme About love Love is an ancient god and a fevered dream I'm lying in bed making up metaphors for metaphors We can get a family value pack of scar tissue In a handy dispenser box We learn that misery is a pyramid scheme About love Love is an ancient god and a fevered dream