Upside Down Syndrome Lyrics

Suspension of disbelief holding on by a thread
Hanging from phantom limbs, wall to wall eggshells
Step lightly, amputee
Survivor's guilt is a hell of a thing
Standing rooms teeming with straw-men eating crow
Decorate the walls with Rorschach blood scatter
Somatic entanglement severed, a double-barreled bookend
Hell-bent for heaven
Rejecting our casual decay
As taction turns remedy, sensation greys and touch becomes anesthesia
We sharpened our claws on the jewelry we made from the cross
We found solace in the arms of the beggars we used to peddle our cause
So, spare us the undue process, self-serving consumerist nonsense
Even if it's a product of nothing, you're still a product
No scarcity of opinion, when opinion is currency
Fill a sieve with the threat of compassion and watch it bleed out
Decorate the walls with Rorschach blood scatter
Somatic entanglement severed, a double-barreled bookend
Hell-bent for heaven
Burning bridges to keep from freezing to death
Oh, what noise we made
Stillborn sentiments of a morally barren womb
Year zero of the new order, it's still just bones under boots
Rejecting our casual decay
As taction turns remedy, sensation greys and touch becomes anesthesia
We sharpened our claws on the jewelry we made from the cross
We found solace in the arms of the beggars we used to peddle our cause
Rejecting our casual decay
As taction turns remedy, sensation greys and touch becomes anesthesia
Stillborn sentiments of a morally barren womb
Year zero of the new order, it's still just bones under boots
Bones under boots