Detachment

Staring down the pixel priest
A mexican stand-off
All hail the pig for the feast

Righteous profiles
Stolen lunch money
From the good side

Afraid to be eaten
By everyone’s hungry evil eyes
Welcome to the doom side

There sitting on the back seat of your car
In your broken back yard
Making out to shortwave radio
And your skeleton sister’s screaming halo

And the doors are locked
And the word is “fucked”

Banging your head against the dread
In a town called Nowhere

Got to get away from here

You may have had a skill or two
But youth troubled and wasted you
So here you arrive
Lazy, in desperation
Dreams haunting you

You have no friends
They’re all dead ends
Is there nothing more!?
Is this all!?

Welcome to
Complete
And utter
Detachment

Welcome to…
…complete…
…and utter…
Detachment.