Cold Lunch

[Why?]
Okay

[Doseone]
Alright

[Why?]
This is live from the Piedmont Cemetery

[Doseone]
April 22nd

[Why?]
The year 2001, now midnight
[?]
Art museums make me...
Art museums make me...

[Doseone]
My box is made, the pills erect, it's like one cut cookie syndrome
The pill that’s huge and swallows other pills
It's jar bottom right below me, and not a spot of cork above
Why I can clearly barely see exactly where the loop is marked?
It cuts in, I cut out, Pidagurpidagle says hello
And hunts the pilot light within the heater monolith she prays to

[Why?]
Art museums make me want to kill myself
I understand now why Pidagurpidagle pulls on the door
Even when she knows it's locked shut
People surround themselves with pets
To try to deny the fact that they’re alone, most of the time

[Doseone]
Are you scared the album will end before the doorbell rings
And you'll be left to greet your guests
With a tied tongue, cold lunch, and spent wick candle?

[Why?]
Are you scared the album will end before the doorbell rings
And you'll be left to greet the guests
With a tied tongue, cold lunch, and spent wick candle?

[Doseone]
Are you scared the album will end before the doorbell rings
And you'll be left to greet your guests
With a tied tongue, cold lunch, and spent wick candle?

[Why?]
Are you scared the album will end before the doorbell rings
And you'll be left to greet the guests
With a tied tongue, cold lunch, and spent wick candle?