Title Track Testo

Sister Syzygy
Focus on the middle body
Basic chemistry
Stagnant science middle child
There's so much I wanna s-s-s-say but I just keep my fucking mouth shut
Sister Syzygy
Don't you hate being

Right all the time?
Over bearing straight or manic street You seem to preach like a man who lost his desk sated
But I'm pretty sure that your name is still on the door
Painted like the old days
In a dig for what makes sense with
The search party games you play on the interns this summer
I'm gonna make sure your back breaks
Go along to get along
Go along to get along again
Don't let 'em think that the devil won
So raise the flag and leave the lantern on
Does it make you feel big just to say
"We didn't love another"?

Can't you admit that you're wrong? So apologize
'Cause your bank account doesn't care if your friend dies
(Take, take, take, take)
I'm sure that you're just as pissed and world weary
But I don't think that means you're above any of us
(Exorcise the celebrity therapist)
Every line is an albatross An interruption of scripture scoffed
(Let me interject)
So give me the torch and I'll stalk and talk famous
With a pompous throat in an Empire State voice box

Don't let 'em think that your devil won
The fire mouths could swallow us whole
I will love me so you don't have to
Embrace in all my struggles

I look up to the moon
(Recall the stars on my ceiling) And I sit and stare
(The envious color night vision) Wonder where you are
(The paralysis that I long for) Knowing you're playing house
Get to the fountain of youth and give thanks
When it's made of oil

Surround the room
And call me home
Just end this mess
And damnation
Surround the room (Surround the room)
And call me home (And call me home)
Just end this mess (Just end this mess)
And damnation

Wrapped around the service was the plastic wrap of progress
And the sewage of the title tracks could have had a hint of subtlety
Repeating lyrics, instances of loops, "Go on and dig it"
Let the stomping grounds secrets stalk and
End this execution
(Say goodbye to everyone that you love)
Blood-letter, you're running dry
(Disgusted by the way that you act)

Go
Along
To get
Along