We severed the cord
Screams of agony virtually ignored
The dark advances like a gathering horde
Empty sockets of the servants bowing to the lords
Plastic smile
Watching the world pass by
Plastic smile
Looking through my eyelids
Teetering on the blade of a blender
Waiting for it to turn on
The lights flicker at breakneck speed
Everything looks like it's in slow motion
Sexual frustration
is inhaled like radiation
Misery and devastation
is injected like it's your medication
Plastic smile
Watching the world pass on by
Plastic smile
Looking through my eyelids
Corpses are sitting in chairs
throughout the room
The place stinks less of human rotting
and more of silent tension
A thin mirror rests on the mantle
You peer into it, realize you are a corpse too
Enjoying the company of your dead friends in the room
The room, the tomb, that's filled with silent tension
So silent that it's ear-piercing
If the dead could shed a tear, you'd cry, cry, cry